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Big Flock
BSM

Automatics and games
We was gettinâ money the Feds came
Big Daddy on my clothes and you could still smell raw cocaine
Would my family survived without cocaine?
We God when that blow came
Walkinâ the rain without a coat
Livinâ with a... prove, that we all make it out to get...
how I paint these pictures
My so relentless, vicious
Eat food, do your dishes
Now all your familyâs left is memories and pictures
Fuck niggas, bitches
Fuck niggas, bitches
Get money, money
I wish they act wrong, even act
I got bitches thatâll die, thatâll clap for me

I know youâre mad when I get
I know you it, itâs all good
We out here gettinâ all this
I know you mad, you you could
Get money, get money, get

Please donât get it confused, is rap money
with a little street money
Iâm talkinâ âbout them long drives, sleep money
Bitches walking on the blade, that dirty deep
I was told donât talk, just
Family on the streets, I was by the crooks
Certified street, raised by the book
Street educated, I can that you shook, rapper
Every good girl love a nigga
Real recognize real, you ainât a nigga
Iâm over companies, signing deals
If you wanna build, make a mil, never skip a
Keep your sealed nigga
niggas, Tommy Hillfigure
You take care your family, keep it real I with ya
Boy, thereâs to this shit
I set fire to that ass like the Devil in bitch
Squad!