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You want something
That you know you have
But the you know you shouldn't have it
The more you it?
And one day, you get it, and it's so good to you
We got the straight droppin' everybody
the money at, tell me where to go
Niggas jokin', hundred rounds hit funny bone
Life short, nigga, but my money
for years, nigga tried to fly to Belize
Homie want a hundred mill, but he caught a hundred
more money 'cuz I care less
I'mma ball, R on my head rest
Ross and Diddy got a all illuminated
Fornicatin', get your main bitch
Came the bottom, now a nigga packin' fields
Came from the bottom, now the on the hills
Can you see me ho? Bitch can you see me
Got me on my Pac
When I my first lick, never lookin' back
30 chains on, lookin' like a neck
I see you broke
You wanna hit dough
You against the grain
gotta watch you choke
In the presence of the greatest, so
Boy, Bad Boy, and the double M
Reachin' for the stars, but my so grounded
Speak to the boss, nigga, don't around me
the Frank Mueller, I'm a sharpshooter
Can't jerk me homie, I let your skank do
I'm still with them brick dealers
Affiliated them niggas trynna watch millions
You niggas
Fuckin' with the team, need a thousand years
Pyrex boy, Montana, Straight
Put feelings to the side nigga
You say ready, but you not ready
We got the droppin' everybody know
Where that money at, me where to go