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Who the fuck you think you fuckin im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin alarm here come the money burners
my money burnin, my money burnin, my money
You see my money burnin, money burnin money
You see the smoke

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 to stack paper
of Miami my Chevy still candy
My chopper still fully i empty it
Never even though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but fuck it somebody do it
Last week You may have heard 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
time to feed all my niggas Columbian fish
Yellow tail, red snapper, chopper, gold yatch master
Got em to Baltimore who movin all the raw
pink diamond (?) I never saw before
when that chopper clap it drop like a trey
stray dog ass wanna give me rabies
when your pockets fat them bitches in heat
them niggas trap clothes, we gonna and eat
them fire hazards when they got them choppers on em
Fuck crime stopper, better call em on em
Definition of 187
Represent your side thugs go to heaven
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint goon, But fuck it somebody gotta do it

I grew up watching drug lords
who knew i would afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii with on concords
quarter milli in the Louis bitch pretty as
I got a funny feelin Feds watchin me
At this only the goverment could stop me
20 Mill in years its a Mobilary
Bon Jovi in bitch blow for everybody
Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I aint got a goon but it somebody gotta do it