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This water on me got my froze
Coupe with the suicide
And I love all of my (I love 'em)
Yeah, I all of my hoes, ayy
She cookin' breakfast with no
I'm some' a pimp, that's for sure
I spend it and go get some
Yeah, I it and go get some more
Bitch have my money, bitch better have my money
Bitch have my money
In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go in London
I it and go get some more
Yeah, I it and go get some more

Spent some money, beat another case
down eleven like Scarface
6.000 dollar
bitches just love a nigga's lingo
Little bitty with a real big ego
Three bank accounts with a whole lot of
nigga I'm Michael, you Tito
I dress like I been selling
I put my side in a Benz
so she can flex on her friends
I used to dope out my mama's house
Then had all the at grandma's house
I go on Rodeo, fuck up a
Smokin' and eating percocets
Still with them niggas I came up
I can never trust a bitch
Addition and
We runnin' this money up
Smashing sensations
For bullshit I got no
I out, I jump out, I jump out
The of the Phantom rockin' all this ice
I want it, I it, I want it
I get it, I don't give a fuck what the

Water on my neck got me
Coupe got the suicide doors,
Ain't savin' these hoes,
No I savin' these hoes
She cookin' breakfast no clothes, yeah
I'm like a pimp, that's for sure, yeah
it and go get some more, yeah
Spend it and go get some
better have my money, bitch better have my money
Bitch better have my
In foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London
I spend it and go get more
Yeah, I spend it and go get some

This rap shit too easy, my left wrist too
She butt naked in the kitchen cookin' breakfast, over easy
I'm the king but I don't for Cleveland
I'm feeling like the weed man
When he got the keys in
So strong, breathe in
better have my guala
Looking I sell narcota (scurr)
like I hit the lotto (pow)
And the devil wears Prada, it's Gucci
Money over hoes my
How you bad but you swallow
If I front you my
Then you better my dollars, Gucci
Scratch front I'm Pimp C
Big hustle like
Benz, my crip B
12 sitting on
And your wife she
Better get a divorce
I want to buy not forcement
She she had an abortion

Water on my got me froze
got the suicide doors, yeah
Ain't savin' hoes, yeah
No I ain't these hoes
She cookin' breakfast no clothes, yeah
I'm somethin' like a pimp, for sure, yeah
Spend it and go get more, yeah
it and go get some more
Bitch better have my money, bitch better my money
better have my money
In somethin' foreign 200, I might go shopping in London
I spend it and go get more
Yeah, I spend it and go get more

Thank god for my mama not using a
Wear Dolce like they are pajamas
It's deuce gadanas, I with the hunters
And runners and dealers and killers, one
Every year I buy a new
Throw the out like a flea flicker
I don't even dodge them cheap
I got so I tried to eat people
Jewelry on drippin' like a sea
Money so tall I don't see
Weed so loud, can't secret
been plottin', I been peepin'
Y'all been talkin', I been
I been growin', y'all been
Big diamond on my lil
Too much sauce, I done leaking
I got more bars than
I got cars than Reese's, uh uh
I got more heart niggas
Put on god my nigga, uh uh
Ain't tryna my nigga
They tryna scar a
I 'em: Nah my nigga
If the my nigga
Make me Brett Favre a

water on me got my neck froze
Coupe the suicide doors
And I all of my hoes
Yeah, I all of my hoes, ayy (I love 'em)
She breakfast with no clothes (ooh yeah)
I'm some' a pimp, that's for sure (ooh yeah)
I spend it and go get some
Yeah, I it and go get some more
Bitch better have my money, bitch have my money
Bitch better have my
In somethin' going 200, I might go shopping in London
I spend it and go get more
Yeah, I spend it and go get more