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Lotta nigga talk, you ever get paid
nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade
Lotta talk, you don't ever get paid
Still shit, make a bitch go crazy
nigga talk, you don't ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, bitches throw the shade

Still kickin' flav', got my swag on up
with a zip, let the whole thing burn up
All I know, get dough, keep it
Taught me that in '85, learned nothin' different
All I see is haters in my view
in my windshield, got a clear view
I trained myself, go for a broke nigga
That way when you're I don't hear you, listen
Still poppin', give a about me
Fuck that you talkin', look at you, see you ain't 'bout it
at you, see you don't want it
Should hardly be an
When you next to TIP, it look inferior, don't it?
Give a damn if you don't
I've everything you could hope for
If being a real nigga turned a corporation
Look at me, shawty, I be the logo
Please no photos as I stepped in that
Got four hoes in the two door Bentley, happenin'?
She with the actress, then she in with me
But if not I leave her, she mean to me
I pull up, hop out, give the valet my
I run the city, bitch, I'm parkin' for
And who the right here talkin' to me?
There be problem if you keep botherin' me, man
I in this bitch to spend 20's and 50 G
What you tried to here? That ain't my Bentley
You can't to me now, God as my witness
Keep on in your earnin's I take opinion
I swear,

Lotta nigga talk, you ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, bitches throw the shade
Lotta nigga talk, you don't get paid
Still shit, make a bitch go crazy
Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get
Fuck nigga hate, bitches throw the shade

on the money, fuck shit? Forget about it
I bought a Lamborghini, it, give a shit about it
Get up out it, a Uber, go and buy a new one
I run a bag up, it's extra for the blue one
Got 500 off in Chattanooga
Go and put it up and a 100 more, the gang here
Two rules, gettin' money, nigga, stay
At all costs, nigga, at all costs,
a hit of this and run your balls off
And, nigga, you ain't really beefin' if you off
a bit to the left, call it southpaw
Fuck around, get your mouth wired, gotta weed
Better stand before I be a man down
Guns up, hands down, exactly how I caught y'all
Okay one day I retire, put me in the of fame
But you lames forget what I done taught y'all
I put the of God in ya
Oh you hard is ya?
I can see the broad in ya, pull your
Then you gotta make a move, make a
Either go out like a bitch or get your ass
God damn be horrible
So pipe down,