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

Still kickin' flav', got my on turn up
Came with a zip, let the whole burn up
All I know, get dough, keep it
Taught me in '85, never learned nothin' different
All I see is in my rear view
in my windshield, got a clear view
I myself, go deaf for a broke nigga
That way when you're talkin' I don't hear you,
poppin', give a shit about me
Fuck that shit you talkin', look at you, see you ain't it
at you, see you don't want it
Should hardly be an
When you sittin' to TIP, it look inferior, don't it?
a damn if you don't know
I've achieved everything you could for
If being a real nigga into a corporation
Look at me, shawty, I be the logo
Please no as I stepped in that Magic
Got four in the two door Bentley, what's 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, the valet my keys
I run the city, bitch, I'm parkin' for
And who the nigga right here to me?
There gon' be problem if you botherin' me, man
I came in this bitch to spend and 50 G
What you tried to park That ain't my Bentley
You can't listen to me now, God as my
Keep on in your earnin's I take your
I swear,

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

Focused on the money, fuck shit? about it
I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, give a shit 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 bags off in
Go and put it up and take a 100 more, the 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 if you called off
Play a bit to the left, call it
Fuck around, get your mouth wired, gotta y'all
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 don't forget what I done taught
I put the of God in ya
Oh you hard is ya?
I can see the broad in ya, pull your
you gotta make a move, make a choice
Either go out a bitch or get your ass kicked
God damn that'll be
So down, nigga