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

When it come to bitches im still a backbreaker
let the get the pussy, let the track rape her
ties on the rims skinny but they fat
like im fresh out bitch, its time to stack
port of Miami my Chevy still
My chopper still fully i it gladly
Hollywood even though I got it good
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 how them Gotti's do it (2x)

Im cooking a brick which is my dish
time to feed all my niggas Columbian fish
tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold 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 me rabies
your pockets fat them bitches stay in heat
them trap clothes, we gonna stay and eat
them boys fire hazards when got them choppers on em
Fuck crime stopper, better call em on em
of slidin 187
Represent your side only go to heaven
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint gotta goon, But fuck it gotta do it

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