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yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
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ayy fire that weed up man
ayy
money on the floor
chopper by the door
i smoke too much weed
it's reekin' out my pores
lil bitty waist
but she got ass galore
i just count a hundred k and spent it all 'cause i got bored
smashin' from the back
her face on the headboard
she graduated with masters but i treat her like a whore
sold a lot of dope
i do it for the dope boys
the feds in the hood
this shit got me paranoid
the feds in the hood
and i heard they taking pictures
let me knock on wood
i hope those folks don't come and get us
talkin' ass bitch
i cut her off
didn't need no scissors
nah i don't like that nigga
so i fucked his sister
i'm tripple blessed
so today i'm rockin' a jesus piece
pull out my garage in some shit you drive on need for speed
i gave her a job at my traphouse sackin' up p's
fur across my back
balenciagas on my feet
go and get a sack young nigga
and be all you can be
i spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats
i used to go to sleep hungry
didn't have shit to eat
now i gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat
money on the floor
chopper by the door
i smoke too much weed
it's reekin' out my pores
lil bitty waist
but she got ass galore
i just count a hundred k and spent it all 'cause i got bored
smashin' from the back
her face on the headboard
she graduated with masters but i treat her like a whore
sold a lot of dope
i do it for the dope boys
the feds in the hood
this shit got me paranoid
patek philippe with residue on it
these diamonds they hit every time i move
don't it
uh
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you can't eat with me if you ain't hungry
i keep some shit up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money
i'm throwin' money on monday
i got the bitch off the runway
boy you know i'm about gunplay
then go pay my tithes on sunday
i might stop pimpin' one day
i might stop sippin' one day
i got so high i'm goin' the wrong way on the fuckin' one way
the way i put this shit on me
they be like how do he do it?
don't you bring that bitch 'round me my nigga
'cause you might lose her
she told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and fuck to my music
then she gave me head and told me i should go make a movie
ah
money on the floor
chopper by the door
i smoke too much weed
it's reekin' out my pores
lil bitty waist
but she got ass galore
i just count a hundred k and spent it all 'cause i got bored
smashin' from the back
her face on the headboard
she graduated with masters but i treat her like a whore
sold a lot of dope
i do it for the dope boys
the feds in the hood
this shit got me paranoid