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That Boi Cass Ah, 808 Mafia Remember way back in the day When homies they called me a junkie? I remember back in seventh grade My teacher, she called me a flunkie Don't know how you getting paid But I'ma go get me some money And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money Remember way back in the day When homies they called me a junkie? I remember back in seventh grade My teacher, she called me a flunkie Don't know how you getting paid But I'ma go get me some money And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money I keep a gun on my side Ask a lil' bitch, "you wanna ride?" That's a pole ready to slide Tell 'em we gon' be behind I send a bar to yo head Is gon' be a homicide Have yo mama cryin' Somebody's son dying Baby girl know I'm lying She say she love, me she lying Told her I take her home flying My child want the world, I'm buying Want diamonds and pearls, I'm buying From the Jensen you nerds are lying Really was on that curvy line I remember when twelve was spying I was so homeless, was crying 'Body was always stop trying Now they wanna take pics, I don't mind I don't trust you but gotta be kind For my bro put my life on the line Forever you know that I'm ridin' Forever you know that I'm slidin' From that bag you can run, you can't hide Remember way back in the day When homies they called me a junkie? I remember back in seventh grade My teacher, she called me a flunkie Don't know how you getting paid But I'ma go get me some money And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money Remember way back in the day When homies they called me a junkie? I remember back in seventh grade My teacher, she called me a flunkie Don't know how you getting paid But I'ma go get me some money And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money Old money, new money I still got old hundreds Six O Glock forty I still walk with it on me I used to ask papa for money If he had it, he gave me a twenty I used to steal cars now I thank the lord I can walk around with a hundred large From ratchet hos to the foreign broads I'm pullin' up in a foreign car I'm just a street nigga, I stay with my pistol I swear to god that I am not a star Was locked in that cell, going through hell Remember I was countin' all them bars Just for a twelve, I counted up twelve and I blow that shit with all my boys This life that I'm livin' My bitches exquisite, I swear I came up from them trenches You know I ain't slippin', I stay with a glizzy A nigga run up, he could get it I completed my mission, I played my role Now nigga check out how high I get See this shit where I play through the city Ready to die, you know I ain't trippin' Remember way back in the day When homies they called me a junkie? I remember back in seventh grade My teacher, she called me a flunkie Don't know how you getting paid But I'ma go get me some money And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money Remember way back in the day When homies they called me a junkie? I remember back in seventh grade My teacher, she called me a flunkie Don't know how you getting paid But I'ma go get me some money And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money (ay)
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