Lyrics:
niggas don't keep it true
My block was filled with pirus
I use to wanna get signed by Ja rule
Till 50 came threw
These niggas are soft they'll die with
through it)
Lil nigga you new this
But when we catch you by yourself
That's when you start to act clueless
Now they say that I'm Boujie
Cause I ain't got
bring that on in
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago niggas out that Low End
Much love to my
Hey
And it's the best day ever
So pack your motherfucking bags 'cause we gon' go
Pack your motherfucking bags, we gon' go
Hey I got a cup
Anime bitches, I look at her titties
Then I take her home and
We count up these fifties
I come to your city, I sneak in your chimney
I tickle her
Touchdown and I dance on 'em (Uh)
Touchdown, got bands on me (Uh)
In the middle, I ran, homie
Casualties of war, semi by the door
Semi by the bed, I got
(yeah)
Yeah, I got shoot 250 (yeah)
I woke up richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself, no masturbate
Come baby, come by
on the Grind, baby, I'ma keep it
Real, uh Got a couple freaky hoes, live life They went
Off pills, uh free all of my niggas at they Cage, fightin
An appeal, uh
niggas is injury prone
Will just went got him a stick with some blue hollow tips and I swear them hoes thick as a comb
Back up lil bitch what the fuck is
see me tango with the horn and the tail
I got the kid for your mind I design it like sender
Smoking made hope from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who they was?
I'm always taking someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably
I'm so good at holding liquor
I should probably stop drinking
And that blunt never hits different
Always got me just thinking
Asked for hoes on my
I can't get no sleep I'm always on go
I don't like her I one night her fuck these hoes
I get paper wrist got glaciers cause it's froze
I'm the best
Bitch we waiting on uber eats
Every one of da bros finna eat
Kicking out deez hoes peeping leaches
Im wit Venom we looking for pieces
Aint no vaca
They are turning the planet, into a cemetery
Got to work for Peace
Peace ain't coming this way
We should not allow ourselves to be mislead
By talk
nigga had to mistreat you
Stuck in my ways but I can see through
You know I got hoes but I need you
She ain't nobody's fool
And she already knew
I got
The three Kings are in town
I got a dollar and a quarter and I'm rarin' to clown
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more than
I can keep
when I spit shit, right?
26-inch got a deep-dish, my
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell
Niggas hoes in designer clothes, I can't take em serious
Thinkin' that you got one up on me, your ass must be delirious
Crazy off my mind, show no love, I
the ceiling
Hundreds, fifties, and them twenties
(Said I'm Running Running Running)
Said I'm running up the digits
Gotta stack me a million
Money taller
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese
now, now
Remember back when I was Penny Pinchin
Split a dollar with my nigga, both of us gon' 50 cent it
Many enemies that want me finished, still I keep
with the gang
Got a Glock with a switch, it go bang
Put a knife on a Drac, it got fangs
Found a bitch, she too lame, she got Vans
Oh wait, I pull out my
and fifties
Only had cents I was feeling like 50
My Pockets fat now they looking like biggie
They gone bop to this song just like diddy
If she a bop then she
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