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

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

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

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