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I got a nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the she like honey where the roof?
Pull up the dogs 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 and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that sodas taking
that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but I got by

Creflo pray Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking in the light
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the is a weave
Trunk full of white car like blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM on them big things looking foolish
sitting low big things 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 you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows 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 low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit back look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my prayer everybody 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 take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes in they coil im laughing at you
kill you niggas when I'm bored

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 Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid
To chapter paper that I captured
up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you funny
Women love to stare they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could
I knew it wouldn't work but I just to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a to my enemies one I won't send amen