[*both talkin*]
Yo, every body get down
Yo, you can't be mad at us man we just doin what we've been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, doin us
N****s wanna hatin and s**t (everybody get down)
There's a lot of money out here, getcha hands on it
Uh uh, Most Wanted

[Boobonic]
Yo, I'm that n***a who you wanna be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only f**k pop stars
Radikal b*****s
Tounge pass the p***y
If I fall for a b***h, let me fall don't push me
Hatin a** n***a don't hafta slick sides
'cause outta look at my chain cause he don't d**k ride
Yo n****s aint cool wit Bonic, n****s fear me
And talk to the song so they b***h don't hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me find out n****s jealous
Hot, yo the best told us that we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
Taught you the s**t you know so why test us
Don't bother me that shit'a break ya neck
This week alone n***a I already ate ya check
Let my check book determine if I'm playin in vein
When you n****s Boo it's cool
Cause your sayin my name

[Chorus:]
Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you don't know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you don't know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops don't wanna see my C-L 6,
They wanna frisk me
And young with this dough I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me
But dead or me doin a bid you gunna miss me
This aint hate, it's too much love cause I'm richer
When I used to push them things, I flip quicker,
N****s wanna twist cause Boobonic and Mr
Are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they little sisters
I hear Most Wanted this (and)
Most Wanted that (uh huh)
Plus Mr. Dead broke (what else)
Mr. Can't rap
Follow Mr. Home with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my dough come fast and yours slower
You a** out like winnin a used to go lower
And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine grower
See red when I split ya head like Noah n***a

[Chorus:]

[Boobonic]
Leave Mr.!?
A n***a couldn't hand me a price
I catch a bullet for em like my chain at the rice
Spit every last round at a gunfall
A kill you the listener if you come for em
Die for the n***a that's my dog forever
Hoes be like damn why y'all always together
Two things thata never be have is rich and that's you and another a** b***h

[Mr.]
Boobonic don't feed man I'll talk s**t for you
Tell you to take cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, come back and spit for you
Bring hot heads that make the s**t for you
Ride for you homie till our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for you? They got it f****d up
Like chicks that need a perm they click and touched up
Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up what

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the f**k is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the f**k is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the f**k is thaaaat
You know.. N****s don't want it man anybody move closer
I'm tellin you one thing I'm ghetto. . No holster
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the f**k is thaaaat
You n****s don't want no beef man
I'm routing for that s**t for real
F**k you n****s man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin
And you n****s didn't experince that.. You know
You n****s didn't experience that man
Y'all don't know what money is man
Money is when your bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
You n****s have stash's.. I stash money.. Overseas n***a
You don't want none I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take over y'all corners dressed up in a suit
And n****s wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot
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