mad flows

game, the

uh

yeah

it's that westside shit

it's for the '99 and the 2000s

nigga

i ain't flyin' with none of you niggas

the new cash money

the gang that don't pay

biatch

right

i got mad flows

mad flows

the shit that got me mad whores

i get mad more

nigga

i got mad flows

mad flows

the shit that got me mad dough

i get mad more

motherfucker

black benzes

windows tinted

no

my shit ain't rented

inglewood fuck a nigga and his

hot boy

nigga

make a million while i'm chillin'

i could bet a pretty penny you ain't livin' what you spittin'

go up where the thugs burnin'

see the cash when i'm grinnin'

montana shit

medusa head stitched in my linen

street nigga

no account

your account in my denim

unless you blind

bitch

it ain't hard to see a nigga winnin'

if i'm talkin' to that ho

then tell that bitch to pay attention

big business

i use dollar signs to punctuate a sentence

fuck the law

do it raw

skip the trial and drop the witness

bein' broke been a joke

ain't shit funny 'bout my digits?

strap on

get clapped on

nigga

that just be the facts

they say me

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