Lyrics:
I just might go hard today
Drop a couple bars out the safe
Really I'm the shit put the chip in Frito lay
We be dodging cops make it pop like anime
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
aside, wack it out when needed
If you're by my side, no need to be conceded
Running through my mind, got me in my feelings
Got me hypnotised, it must be
drop-top BM's
Man it must be a dream, I must be on the wrong planet
Four girls, lookin' like Janet (yea yea)
'That's the Way Love Goes' when you're
I must make money
I must make money
I must make money
Damn
Nice web
I must make money must make cash huh
I drive a civic but I'll do da dash huh
I
straight up 'cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be
lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don't take the food if you know you can't move it (leave that there)
I'ma drop my
You know I had to do this shit
That blue shit
Drop drop drop drop drop out by the corner store
Where I met this broad
Brought her home got it in
that flame
Ayo we gettin' out our dreams
Gettin' out our dreams
And we gonna buy some things
And we got him out of Queens
Talkin' 'bout my man
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven and she's Daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven and she's Daddy's Little Girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
Welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back (Oh! Oh!)
Yeah man, how you doin' (Come on, come on, come on)
You good? I know you like
jumps out, my boys move like the mob,
Mans been mashing up beats, so I’ll have a few bangers by the end of this summer,
Life on road gets peak, so I got
Cars pull up and gang jumps out, my boys move like the mob,
Mans been mashing up beats, so I’ll have a few bangers by the end of this summer,
Life
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
I’m analyzed by the painless
It’s like everyday
The people ‘round me stеady changin’
(This is the sound)
How I’m ‘post to look out for you when
You was
men ,
It must be that makasana flow I roll to that dala what you must.
Most of the time I am civilized I handle my script like a praying man
but out
Slash and dash it's back to the gaff
Just crack that pack n smoke and laugh
Run upon me well you must be mad
He's out of steam with a shhh in his back
Too
nothing
Look up bitch, get yo face up out yo phone
Too late
By time you look up bitch i'm on and I'm gone
Feel the fury of a nigga who
So tired of goofy
without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot
a band out my pocket
Less talk, say less, girl just pop it
Pop it for a real one
Cause you know I got it
Love the way shawty drop drop drop it
Gonna make
I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop
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