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I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
Look up at the stars she like where the roof?
Pull up the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a
That boy had it hard no facade its the
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so they catching every drop
I'm dodging the like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the on them acres
had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
Mayweather money looking funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM on them big things looking foolish
sitting low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the
I 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up
I did it for the city but now mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
I said my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm

We stepping on ya crew until you crush
And making love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson mama
I ain't asking for a
Burn the house gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can stupid motherfucker
To chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know see the money
I up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you live
I it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a to my enemies one I won't send amen