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I got a feeling nigga really my money be the root
Look up at the she like honey where the roof?
Pull up the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even 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 baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so they catching every drop
I'm the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That Mayweather money looking in the light
But who really cares we throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the glock a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the
I fucked 1 we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the shit but be better 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 turned to the
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 city but now mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody to business

Smoking on a in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think 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 pork you eat the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas I'm bored

We stepping on ya until you motherfuckers crush
And making love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her 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 chapter paper I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they they see the money
I open up my by opening bank accounts 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 just to give used to run the street
Young bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking he spending
Thinking BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen