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[Intro] Helluva made this beat, baby [Verse 1: 42 Dugg] I got a hundred on this bitch, I don't miss often, for real Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin' Come get your bitch off me, I'm known for shit talkin' I'm known for script bustin' Ain't no iffy, yeah that bitch fuckin' Get money, ayy that's all I ever knew You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot (You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot) [Verse 2: Team Eastside Peezy] Thousand grams in that pot, thousand beans down the way Thousand gram cuban on my neck, Dweller, fuck a Patek And your bitch, she gon' fuck for a check When you say it, say my name with some fuckin' respect All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins When your car cost two hundred you appreciate the Benz Had a threesome with my bitch, I appreciate her friend Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam nigga Get chicken, I ain't never been a ham nigga Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam nigga RIP to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam nigga Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands nigga [Verse 3: 42 Dugg] Ayy shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams nigga I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here Shit get ran in here, bitch I done blew a hundred bands this year Ain't no cappin', if I get fucked up, bitch it ain't no rappin' [Verse 4: EWM Kdoe] It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin' These niggas dick suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain Niggas lost they way 'cause with them ups, we done blew past 'em Put these niggas on they back, get these boys a coffin They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering Left a hole in the nigga head like a sea dolphin Every nigga in my team want bodies like an auction [Verse 5: Bagboy Mell] Yeah Glock forty homie, I do no talking Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you Yeah, I only fuck with real niggas 6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters Yeah clout chasing, nigga get your bitch fucked On my way to Western U to get my dick sucked Bitch head so weak, can't get my dick up Yeah I don't want your bitch, come pick your bitch up [Verse 6: Cash Kidd] Bitch dick suckin' Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for bitches Play with toys, rap, and get bows in, merry Christmas Niggas know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these niggas Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner Fuck it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters All these watches, all these pouches, feel like Jerry Springer Can't name one bitch I can't fuck Slow down baby girl, when you suck it ain't no rush Bitch say she got a nigga, she look single through these buffs Did a hark on that nigga, that shit really came in clutch 'Bout to pull up, rock a nigga's shit like he stuck If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga [Verse 7: East Warren Buck] A thousand beans in her pussy, have your bitch stuffed Thirty racks on this Rollie, this bitch lit up A nigga reach for this bitch, get his shit crushed Twenty bottles on the way, light this bitch up A nigga speakin' on my name, got his bitch fucked I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your bitch jumped If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up) [Outro: Cash Kidd, Peezy, East Warren Buck, & 42 Dugg] (If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga) (Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands nigga) (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up) (Ayy shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams nigga) (If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga) (Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands nigga) (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up) (Ayy shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams nigga)
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