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[Verse 1 - Lil
I got a lot of money
Pop p-ssy for me
My got that yopper
He'll bang it at a
Hey Gangsta party, gangsta party, party!
on my waist
Cook ass up gourmet
All-black .44 do you foreplay?
I'm at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you my flag rose
Swagger on Canseco, Jose
No Limit Records: We so 'bout it it
I'm than a bitch
like a climbed a f-cking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my still counting
Shots hit him a ago
But his body's still
on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street
Come to your funeral, kill but the preacher!
I in Miami, nigga
South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh that's how we
You know I'm loaded but please don't take a sweeter
one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on your
Tell them we coming
we get it popping
We ain't saving hoes, we
Yea Gangsta party, party, gangsta party!
Big head Eagle, call it "shotty"
you get that money?
Stunna taught me
The zan me under
Patron brought me
I'm leaning on you
Like I caught a
And Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the lick I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of air
Let the breathe!
I'm trying to
But I had to do it, dev
I'm at the funeral
"I had to do it, rev!"
you my big brother
I a wig for you
Put that on the
they bury me
Moment of yeah
That's my diamond
I keep a bitch
Cause I like the finer
with me slime
No brain on the
I've got in mind
Carter 4, they ain't f-cking with
I that Sorry 4 The Wait
To up for the time

2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch
Young BasedGod, in with the ballers
out chain, bitch
I'm rich off that same
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it's
Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I'll em
Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the
On a cradle and you niggas can't stop me
out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
Bitches still
Shouts out to
Young BasedGod with .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11
With tiny shirt mane
And the tiny mane
I'm on BasedWorld and I f-ck with Money my niggas.
understand man
The game a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, man
Bra off the top, I'm a hitter
My life a painting
And I paint you a picture,
about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt bitch, I just do's it
It's Lil B and muthaf-ckin prove it
We