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[Verse 1 - Lil
I got a lot of money
Pop that for me
My got that yopper
He'll it at a copper
Hey party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stove on my
Cook your ass up
All-black .44 do you want
I'm going at your face Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my rose
Swagger on Canseco, Jose
No Limit We so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm higher than a
Feel a climbed a f-cking mountain
Illest you know, my accountants still counting
Shots hit him a ago
But his body's bouncing
Beam on the hammer, on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Street preacher
Come to your funeral, kill but the preacher!
I in Miami, nigga
South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh how we ballin
You know that I'm loaded but please don't take a
Beat one of you bitch up like John Cena
Them hoes on your
them hoes we coming
Before we get it
We ain't hoes, we swapping
Yea Gangsta party, party, gangsta party!
Big head Eagle, call it "shotty"
you get that money?
Stunna me that
The zan me under
brought me back
I'm on you muthaf-ckers
Like I caught a
And Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the lick read? I'm in the big
I'm a breath of air
Let the breathe!
I'm trying to
But I had to do it, dev
I'm at the like
"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
my diamond game
I keep a bitch
Cause I like the things
F-ck me slime
No brain on the
I've got in mind
4, they ain't f-cking with mine
I drop Sorry 4 The Wait
To make up for the

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