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I think we got a
Yeah!

Big money in bitch if you didn't know
Big business minus the suit
I look in the mirror like, Is it you?
And I say I be the hottest if it isnt you

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis
New coupe, no top, big tennis
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

They said I couldn't play football, I was too
They say I couldn't play I wasn't tall
They say I play baseball at all
And now every day of my I ball

And they say it ain't until someone assassinate
And I like M.L.K.
Yeah, I a dream to be your worst nightmare
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

I'm a satan, sitting on Lorenzzes
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo
Flying on the hasa in the casa just to lay low
Make more man that the model for the mob
Need a my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, nigga Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, ya for my kinfolk
tax on them packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, feeling like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns than a shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 double-parked in the spot
hustling, Boss

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might see again
And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no, that
Gave me my like, good luck getting back
I'm like, The fuck I'm outta there
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the line
Putting on the table like it's dinner time
And this is you call sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why your dog keep sniffing my

Got the audacity to call me a liar
So you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You talk blow, well I sold mine
Like a bad crampe, it's locking up in no

time in the kitchen than I spent in the studio
Gangastas paradise and I ain't about Coolio
And I can't lie, addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, thinking Coke-Cola

Yeah, you pay for this
I when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might see again
And we taxing, you don't it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
And we ain't to see the pen
Like a needle in a we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

I'm up in the morning and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every I get dressed in black
While y'all half-assing, nigga my pants
I'm money and my swagging black flagging

Million dollar status, automatic
on the innie and even harder on the women
If it wasn't for Reverend, Id probably be out pimping and
Pops, my papi, has already me

I tied trapping, shit me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping, so homicide to visit
I gun powder, so you got one hour
To come up with every damn or your done dollar

It cost to dog
Especially when the players on your consider you as the ball hog
You me like Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't saying you owe me
But act like you me nigga

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for
This, this is classic, so you might never see again
And we taxing, you want it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
This is a tax