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点击复制Give me the whole bag
I ain't trippin' on a push
In a world of street n***as
Got more money than George Bush
So n***a I understand 'em
I ain't never seen the leader of our nation in a Phantom
That's why I spit that real s**t real n***as can ride to
G's and the street n***as like to get high to
Spent a grip round my neck n***a just because
So in the words of Kink B n***a stall my balls
Got that crazy cash
That insane money
Fall off in Magic City make it rain money
Count all night co caine money
That do whatcha gotta do I ain't ashamed money
You burnin' up daddy
And I ain't never gone stop
Gotta a hunnit thou sittin in the parkin' lot
I paid hella dues
That's why that b***h sittin' on some chrome tennis shoes
And it's a show stopper
Cuz we shop at 404 not Foot Locker
And yeah n***a that's real
Now was ya man doin' that before his deal
You burnin' up daddy ya too hot
Them other n***as wanna get what ya got
You burnin' up daddy ya too hot
Them other n***as wanna get what ya got
You like this daddy you like that
Now break it down for me
You like this daddy you like that
Now break it down for me
You like this daddy you like that
Now break it down for me
You like this daddy you like that
Now break it down for me
Got million dollar plans but I ain't Ted DiBiase
Sneeze on ya with the snub nose to get ya off me
We make bread like a mint n***a
United Streets d**eboys in this b***h n***a
We pull broads off the benches turn 'em to some starters
We pop choppers that'll spray ya patna like Binaca
We big talkers cuz we live it this is more than rappin'
My mack furs got me sittin like a carriage wagon
So when we come through clean the slate
G'd up my feet clickin' with my Bathing Apes
And we can get this s**t crackin'
Mob through the smoke chokin' 'thrax n***a What's Hatnin
Raw the truth Dwyane Wade of the street n***a
Florida Marlin but I stay packin' Heat n***a
And the man mouth glow like a bottle of Cris'
Lemme hear ya shawty know he got a hell of a wrist
Came through Chevy lookin' like a Big Wheel
Banana guts sittin' high up on them big wheels
And the trunk sound like the band at FAMU
I'm lookin' down on them clowns on them 22s
Shawty rock game sorta like I'm Barney Rubble
So many colors in my charm look like Fruity Pebbles
Respect the shield USDA yeah we came thru
We gettin' money while you n***as ain't countin' clues