i been gettin that dope money
police think its bricks on me
blood on my shoes need some new ones
i don't get why all these niggas hate me
i remember prayin for it in my basement
i don't wanna see your face no more
after i nut she gotta leave
all these handouts in my face
this shit is make believe
g money runnin up the bands with me
if i go broke he gon wip a pan with me
but now i ain't runnin outta bands
i been gettin that dope money
police think its bricks on me
blood on my shoes need some new ones
this light of mine gon shine like vv's
mama like damn my son on tv
shine bright like a diamond bad girl riri
clean it up like squeegee
that's why i keep my pole
gettin away then ima spray
this not mace this a cake
this bitch cock back in my hand
i been gettin that dope money
police think its bricks on me
blood on my shoes need some new ones