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Akon and B. I.G.

Niggaz it but ain't livin' it
Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob and lizard shit
Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the
Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, like a motherfucker

bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her
She I treat my bitches like gavana
Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big never slippin'
H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner wifey whinin', dinin'

Smokin' and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's
Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life
Bitches bendin' with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans

Donna Karan Tank-top I got bank stock, say who's on top?
under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion
Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, in my veins
Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate,
Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, plans with my man

Dark blue land, smoke tint, rims
And a system that leave my views trembling
gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude
Drop to your knees and show
my ring, it's a frank white thing
I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep it

Eternal in this elevated world of mine
Lookin' for hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on grand design

Is there out there living
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is any money out there for me?
You listen to this hustler's story

Picture me, a product of the three
Scareless, don't what I am supposed to be
Shit 'cause, money came to me
When shit shout, I suffered

The Lord humble nigga's especially if they act
They too big for they draws when they right
Think I'm a buncha niggas back like
Right back home hungry, they stacks they forget price

I know a nigga sold his for a nickel rock
I know hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock
I know a nigga workin' 9-5 on it
Fifteen years got a car to drive

I know some niggas wanna act hard bitch
Fake jack boys, can't rob, get
Got back yard big whips
That's got to my homeboys this year

sunshine in this elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of
Tryna find my purpose on grand design

Is there out there living
4, 5, 6's on the they shootin'
Is there any out there for me?
You just to this hustler's story

Akon, B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique
I'm on the coastline with Jose
We got the birds in the Coupe all day
to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay

We 'bout our business, ain't no small thiefs
If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna
See, I am the one to call things get deep
And my Africans will put main man to sleep

Now, in Mexico far from the
Tryin' to figure out how glocks to a box
Now, sellin' is what has rocks in my socks
If you can me the money, here's the keys to the lock

Now, yeah, you know the streets is my
Ain't scared of nothing, let you it for me
Yeah, whether win, lose or
the death is waiting for all

Eternal sunshine in this world of mine
Lookin' for hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on grand design

Is there anybody out there
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is any money out there for me?
You just listen to this story

Nigga's is quick to chuck and hide hands
Make a for it, get away from it
was the plan but

The whole time I've been on this man
Caught him slipping and
I hit his ass with the
Here's something that you can't
How can one be so cold and a nigga so down

I am on some get back shit, there comes a
In every mans mind he's deeper than dollar signs
I been on the grind, got homies doing
Behind niggas actin' like bitches and bitches dimes

Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red
Niggaz is telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed
But nothin', we gotta ride and and we die
So you catch up to his ass before I up, give him mine
But one thing the real nigga here despise
I'm a 5K one killer, set his ass on fire

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of
Lookin' for this hour glass of
find my purpose on this grand design

Is there anybody out living
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is there any money out for me?
You just listen to this story