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I got a feeling really that my money be the root
up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the canaries they goin roof
once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that sodas taking
Paper that I'm got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
That Mayweather money looking in the light
But who really we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car like blue cheese
boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil
Suppress ya we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the
my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my
If I drop another I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit back like look I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to

on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog 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 sweet love to women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby
I ain't for a cent
Burn the house down buy another
Don't forget the gas can stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper I captured
Caught up in the off of gunshots and laughter
is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
Break up take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen