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I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
Look up at the stars she honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs 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 its the proof
Proofs in the and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors 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 the paper on them acres
Martin had a bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
That money looking funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout
BM dubs on them big things looking
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in shooting at the cops
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
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 ruthless and knows that I've sinned
But I about my future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I heard 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 sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 everybody riding big
I just sit back like look I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you when I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers
And making sweet love to every women you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy
forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
is humor 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 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 suites and I'm crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they 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