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I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
Look up at the she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they 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
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my 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 weed bury the paper on them
had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her
Excuse me her weave the is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like cheese
That boy get beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big looking foolish
sitting 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 hood and nigga you lil
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
1996 was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows 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 ain't heard from in
I came up wit a strategy to 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 riding big
I just sit back like what I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my everybody back to business

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

We stepping on ya until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a
the house down gotta 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 they know they see the
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
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 feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I send amen