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Feel good when your up
Stuffin' your pockets hundred bucks
I sit and roll up the trees
I swear that they believe
I'm my body with Creed
100 feel the breeze
Got the trappin' in my
Got the money in my

1]
I was posted on the
bitches gettin' on my nerves
My shooters ready to purge
I did it, I it and serve
Crime pay all my
[?] right to me
I know you wanna stand next to me
I know you wantin' the recipe
I was rollin' with
I was just through the trenches
I was cookin' in the
Made a junkie cookin'
But you know I ain't trippin', yeah you gotta see my
Yeah, talkin' like this you gotta stand in the kitchen
I you niggas really wishin'
I you wanna catch me slippin'
I know you wanna see me off
But you see me in a new

Feel good when your up
Stuffin' pockets with hundred bucks
I sit and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn't
I'm my body with Creed
100 bitches feel the
Got the in my jeans
Got the in my jeans

Got the in my jeans
Got the money in my
Got the in my jeans
Got the in my jeans
I'm sprayin' my with Creed
Know bitches feel the breeze
Got the in my jeans
Got the money in my

[Verse 2: T]
Invitation to The White
Cops ran in my house
meets Obama
History you whiteout
pull your bikes out
Mafia 3-6
I can it for the 30 piece
Cut the brick up with the
They be at the [?]
I can tell you the G6
They can you when the drought come
I can tell you when the hit
did I own a V6
Shit, I in the V8
You was sellin' 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight
Call the lord when I faith
Call your bitch when I face
motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space
Luther Campbell, if you bass
pressing like I free weight
'Case the wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid
Yea

Feel good when your up
Stuffin' your pockets with bucks
I sit back and up the trees
I swear that didn't believe
I'm sprayin' my body Creed
100 feel the breeze
Got the trappin' in my
Got the money in my