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My place so full nigga You can say that two times The goal was to make 50 bands I done did that a few times I'm 25 four times Bitch I'm 50, 2 times 2 times say he don't shoot cribs Chop sticks he don't even suit 9's 300 hundreds on me She gon' see this and be lit I hit the horn and keep going Cause you niggas ain't talkin' bout shit I sat my whole circle down Like nigga we gotta rich My nigga we gotta get icy We just can't fall in love with the shit After we had that talk, them niggas ain't stop working I'm in love with with Tinashe I can't wait to see to her in person I can't wait to see if she loyal Can't wait to see if she a squirter For you niggas that came with the robbing I got niggas that came with the murder King T, I'm your highness Niggas don't wanna take it to violence The same way I act out in public Is the same way I act while in private I can not go to the club If I can't get in with my fire And 30 bottles of the finest And watch the money get to flying Like hol' up, catch it Hol' up, catch it Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it Like hol' up, catch it Hol' up, catch it Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it Run off with it, we gon' catch 'em Pray for the opps and bless they man's restin' Caught the bag at breakfast it's gone and still breakfast Rob my man's and gave it back, stupid we still stretched 'em When I wanna talk about nothing Take me a lil' break from the money I'ma come holler at y'all Matter fact leave me your number And when I'm tired thumbin' through hunnids When I'm sick of running up commas I'ma come see what y'all on, I'ma let your bitch know when I'm coming These niggas ain't fucking with me Nigga, that ain't no money to me Nigga, I blow all of that shit when I go it ain't comin' with me I was in St. Louis, ain't talkin' Missouri and 2 had a hundred on me That's a lil' big homie, touch 'em until you make it to 3 I was with all of the shooters, when I heard it was money on me I was around the hitman when I found out it was money on me Either these niggas don't know what they doin', or they scared to go for the kill We know, they know what they doin' them niggas just know what it is Like hol' up, catch it Hol' up, catch it Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it Like hol' up, catch it Hol' up, catch it Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it Run off with it, we gon' catch 'em Pray for the opps and bless they man's restin' Caught the bag at breakfast it's gone and still breakfast Rob my man's and gave it back, stupid we still stretched 'em
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