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Correct 2 Da Money Lyrics
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Correct 2 Da Money
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I gave this li hoe my number now she can't stop usin' it I just bought a new chopper now I can't stop usin' it Made in Italy, my shoes got 2 Gs on em Cop a foreign than I [?] on it Im a dog on every beat I leave fleas on it My pistol like a lemon boy dont make me squeeze on ya If that chick ain't no stripper I ain't throwin cheese on her Im so cold I might leave you froze if I sneeze on you If do blow then bring me yo nose Out here sellin blow Ran out of baggage so I told my hoes just go to the store Chopper left him with a bald head, buddy had a fro They wanted smoke now they all dead. Go look at the score The hottest nigga in it, ain't I Baby Im a big dog but I ain't a K9 You droppin names to the feds? Boy you better not say non' Get 200 for the time bitch can't let her waste mine The cops tried to get it back at me [?] damned if they pull me over with this shit in my trunk Fast whip with the pink slip, bitch this my shit Im ridin in it with a full clip of this hot shit Ridin 26's on the road to riches. Bitches on me kissin Tried to tell em but they didn't listen now they reminiscin' [?], I bought ammunition for the opposition You ain't got no bitch and you confused with no intuition Bitch so thick she can't even fit her thong I can't [?] the pistol cause the clip is too long She can't inhale her smoke cause the reefer too strong I know I was gon' make it. Won't be broke for too long Bitch I got my shoes I rock Christian Luves when I walk Money in my room I dont got no room in the vault If you make the news fuckin' with my dudes thats your fault Tried to run he fell, shoulda tied before he walked Gave that bitch my number Even though I knew she would stalk me He say he the truth even when I knew he was false Actin like he hard even though I knew he was soft I was sellin hard I know what to do with the soft Bitch Im livin large like Im Big [?] in this bitch [?] morphine, leave a nigga numb in this bitch Big booty bitch, I might put my thumb in her shit Switched ruger clips and I put a drum on that bitch Bitch Im trynna put my paws on a bag like im Santa Clause Get all him her jaws, kick her out, and forget to call Nigga im a bear, you a dog. Got a different claw Nigga you ain't seen what I saw boy my vision raw Ridin 4 deep with that heat no drive out We walk up, leave a nigga block chalked up [?] we get our lick back, we need to sober up I put my drop top in a paint shop, it need a close up This bitch lookin at me like wine she fine as hell She wanna fuck my watch but only time will tell You broke as hell, in that cell, you can't make your bail We got pounds, we got [?], and they all for sale [?] on my [?] got me sittin' tall as hell A nigga press my buttons then you know we raisin hell You wanna have my baby hoe you must be crazy as hell Get up and get some money boy yo' ass lazy as hell Ran up a quarter mill and I ain't even got no deal I rode with the steel and I dont even need no pill You actin like you drill, you ain't even in no field Even though Im grown still ridin on big wheels Gang Gaaannngggg Gang Hahaha Bitch Skrr
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