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meek (yeah, yeah)
in this bitch (yeah)

Leggo, uh

they ain't fucking me, new orleans N-O
old school i let her blow me like nintendo
black panamera me & getting litto
switching lanes in that thang 5 percet on the
i got 20 on my pocket, 30 on wrist, 50 on my neck keep it 100 in this
hey listen we don't do no talking, i'm running up in your shit
and i was never in the walking, i'm just running up in your
i said my swagger on the fitted money in the
real every day, startin to the finish
you should this rarri when i'm starting up the engine
sounding like a motherfucker lion all up in it
a dollar every second, thousands on an hour
20 every day, i'm money in the power
i was told never let the youngest get the
but now niggers slipping like they fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n with ricky
i'm to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a boss
i took a loss, i was out in vegas
me and pouchie shooting at the table
when i was broke, i used to a dream
before i had a dream best i had them fiends
blowing up my celly, trying to get it any means
nigga smootchie in the kitchen up the triple beans
breakin ounces off the birdie, money it was
and hammers they was cause niggers was trying to kill me
and that's word to osama though, fuck a then (?)
in they diss rap when no drama though
leaning off the prometh sipping at your though
rollie bus down, call the perfect timing though
tell my jeweler freeze me, just to the climate hoe
bottom of the mountain & milly got the climate on
your my chick, my chick your chick,
my fly shit, your swag, norbit
you a weirdo, no match forfeit
all these bricks i'm thinkin we gonn need a forklift
on your stereo, i don't think they hear me though
catch me in the hood, i'll be around it a merri go
used to sell them o's i ain't talking cheerio's
i'm talking about golden grams and i don't mean no cereal
murder on your record nigger i'm a serial
killer plus i'm realer is scarier than thriller
in the countin scrilla with shawty she vanilla
far as work i make that fuckin like catepillars
and my flow be on some other
hotter a oven get
i just got his girl's
he gonna another bitch
make her fuck my other then put her on a punishment
she said she's n love with me and she don't know my
ha, tripping where your luggage at
broke niggas never see me i'm where the money at
all i know is hard like i got a hundred pack
nigga get my i'ma kill em i dont want em back
wear it to your funeral be stuntin while they you
mama lookin over she like the hell they did to you?
clip of hollow heads make me put a few in you
nigga i will ruin you. haa