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Akon and B. I.G.

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

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

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

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

Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome
And a system leave my rear views trembling
Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya
Drop to knees and show gratitude
Kiss my ring, it's a white thing
I potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

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

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

Picture me, a product of the zone
Scareless, don't what I am supposed to be
Shit 'cause, money never to me
When shit shout, I unshamelessly

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

I know a nigga sold his soul for a rock
I some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock
I know a nigga workin' 9-5 on it
Fifteen ain't got a car to drive

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, yeah, you know the streets is my
scared of nothing, let you fear it for me
Yeah, whether win, or draw
Believe the death is for all

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

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

Nigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hands
Make a break for it, get away it
That was the but

The whole time I've been plotting on man
him slipping and sleepin'
I hit his ass the cane
Here's something that you can't
How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so

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

Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red
Niggaz is been telling no, there no way that it slimmed
But nothin', we gotta and and we gotta die
So you up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine
But that's one thing the real nigga here
I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on

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

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