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I got a feeling nigga 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 hard no its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas
Paper that I'm got her taking photos naked
to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the bury 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 Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That money looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef 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 her to the block
I fucked 1 time we in the hood and nigga you lil trey
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my 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 ruthless and lord knows I've sinned
But I thought about my in the loops I could pin
out on a gig and I turned 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 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 riding big
I just sit back like look I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking 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 while ya dog 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 you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women you lust
I love to pay her bills wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a
Burn the house gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can stupid motherfucker
To another chapter that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking
Women love to stare cause they they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby a gift 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 what he
Thinking bout BOSS not bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen