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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 hear the canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a
That boy had it no facade its the truth
So now I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking taking
that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy
I flip my middle I'm chilling on 20 million
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them
had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
That Mayweather looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout
BM dubs on them big looking foolish
Shawty low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton at the cops
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil'
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya
Niggas was ruthless and lord that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all sweat from my balls
If I another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my prayer everybody back to

Smoking on a in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g ill make u dinner take a seat 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 im laughing at you
Cause you niggas when I'm bored

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