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I’m making plays on my way to court
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She playing games with my life like this shit a sport
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And I been out here in the field niggas on the porch
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And stealing milk from the baby’s on child support
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All I really want to do is lift my la familia
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I think I seen the bitch before she looking familiar
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I spent a thousand on my jewels fuck them looking loos
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A couple bands on my shoes make a bitch choose
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She gon suck dick cuz she like to count
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I ride around in a jag like I’m Tran pounce
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Bitch I can make a 8ball bounce
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Bitch I can send them packs to yo town
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I been stacking it up in large amounts
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I just let that money talk before I announce
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She don’t want slack she want POW
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As soon as that bitch get the signal she going down
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Wassupper my killas and all my bitches
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I hope y’all ready to get these riches
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To stacc that gwop them dividends
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Me and Wino pimpin in all blue Benz
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All blued out on them all blue rims
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Them 1s them 10s them dubs and fins
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When you got c notes then you got boats
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And hoes and golds hanging from your throat
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With icing on em you shining homie
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It’s funny with a bag you never lonely
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Stocks and bonds and a big ass lawn
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And a Maserati in your garage
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Some read Bibles some study Koran
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You fuckin redheads brunettes and blonds
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When yo pocket low tho you get no run
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No drank no food no fun
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Get the bag homie
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They say Clay why you acting like an asshole
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I sad nigga cuz I’m all about my cash flow
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Imma Byg Dawg y’all niggas tadpoles
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Niggas tryna go fast but they gas low
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I got a bitch that’s from Houston like an Astro
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I kill that pussy like Jason no mask tho
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Out for the cash I’m moving fast never last hoe
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Had to exchange my current bitch for my last hoe
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Told her that I’m hungry she took a nigga to maestro’s
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This ain’t my first rodeo I pulled her like a lassle
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Fast go then go fast baby like Nascar
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Say they get the bag these niggas sad I laugh hard
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Niggas know I come with plenty heat
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Blow her back out in between the sheets
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Ain’t talking money I don’t wanna speak
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They sleeping on me so they counting sheep
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Official my name ringing in the streets
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Always making money in my sleep
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