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

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost
Slice on the pad when I write
That money looking funny in the light
But who really cares we throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue
That boy get salad beef movements
BM dubs on them big looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I her to the block
I 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was and lord knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't from in weeks
I came up wit a to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat my balls
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back like look I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking 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 coil im laughing at you
kill you niggas when I'm bored

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