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I got a feeling really that my money be the root
Look up at the she like honey where the roof?
up hear 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 I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
Listening to like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These hoes so excited catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
Martin had a dream bob got I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
Mayweather money looking funny in the light
But who cares we just 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 blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the glock from a crip up in shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil'
my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was and lord knows 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
my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
Motherfuck em all they from 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
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 looking from a think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a
Niggas ain't snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers
And making sweet love to every that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby
I ain't asking for a
Burn the house down buy another
Don't forget the gas can stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of 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 bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont 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 feet now I'm in the suites and I'm crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send