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Correct Everything 4 Sale Lyrics
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[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Yeah, DJ Champ in this motherfucker Know what I'm sayin', my diamonds hittin', nigga Diamonds hittin' like they DJ Champ Hoodrich, nigga Money, plugs, and guns [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got my mind on my money, got money on my mind Yeah, 24/7 in the trap, I'm on my grind What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm sellin' if you buyin' We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell We got wholesale, bust it down and retail Trappin' out the back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Serving the work out the cabinet I fell in love with the Addies I was always good at mathematics I bust it down, scale it, and bag it Give you extras, you can have it I'm in Dallas like a Maverick Thirty clip got me saggin' Traphouse like a cabin I get the work, I'm the fastest Eyeball the work, got a scale on my glasses Come to the trap, we got hired assassins Whole lot of green, got it hired and grass Graduated trap, highest in class Nobody can count it, just hide the cash Run up a sack, thigh pad Turn into a snitch, he goin' out bad Yeah, a street nigga made a treasure out of trash I was broke, I got fixed, no cast Ran off on the plug, no mask Walk around with a dub in my bag Yeah, I pulled up in a brand new Jag Ooh, shawty got too much swag Hatin' ass nigga, I can see why you mad Can't stand these niggas, I'm in my bag [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got my mind on my money, got money on my mind Yeah, 24/7 in the trap, I'm on my grind What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm sellin' if you buyin' We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell We got wholesale, bust it down and retail Trappin' out the back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Stashed a quarter million in the pillow, I ain't lyin' (Guala) Then fell asleep on it, now I got money on my mind, ayy Retro number 9's, took your bitch, made her mines Cashed the plug out for a hundo, gave him a high five Rollin' up Biscotti, flyin' in a Ferrari Sellin' OG out my traphouse, but I'm smokin' Smarties (Trap) Twenty bitches in New York and all of 'em exotic Shittin' on you niggas on purpose, I can't say I'm sorry (It's Dolph) Jumped up out the Benz, left it running (Skrrt) Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Hey) Copped the bags in Cali, then I sent 'em to the country (Trap) Front 'em to my nigga while I go shopping in London, hey, hey [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got my mind on my money, got money on my mind Yeah, 24/7 in the trap, I'm on my grind What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm sellin' if you buyin' We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell We got wholesale, bust it down and retail Trappin' out the back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell
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