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Who the you think you fuckin with im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin fire alarm here the money burners
my money burnin, my money burnin, my money
You see my money burnin, money money burnin
You see the bitch

it come to these bitches im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the track her
on the rims skinny but they fat paper
like im fresh out bitch, its time to stack
port of Miami my Chevy candy
My chopper still fully i empty it
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but fuck it gotta do it
Last week You may have that we got into it
Now the boy missin you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x)

Im cooking a brick is my signature dish
time to feed all my niggas this Columbian
Yellow tail, red snapper, wood chopper, yatch master
Got em brought to Baltimore who all the raw
pink diamond (?) I never saw before
when that chopper clap it like a trey beat
stray dog ass wanna give me rabies
when your pockets fat them bitches in heat
niggas trap clothes, we gonna stay and eat
them boys fire when they got them choppers on em
crime stopper, better call em helicopters on em
Definition of 187
Represent side only thugs go to heaven
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint gotta goon, But it somebody gotta do it

I grew up watching columbian lords
who ever knew i afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to with Diddy on concords
quarter milli in the Louis pretty as Appolonia
I got a funny feelin Feds watchin me
At point only the goverment could stop me
20 Mill in Four years its a
Bon in this bitch blow for everybody
Ricky Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick
Never even though I got it good
I aint got a goon but Fuck it somebody do it