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

Still kickin' flav', got my swag on up
Came a zip, let the whole thing burn up
All I know, get dough, it pimpin'
me that in '85, never learned nothin' different
All I see is in my rear view
in my windshield, got a clear view
I trained myself, go deaf for a nigga
That way when you're I don't hear you, listen
Still poppin', give a shit me
Fuck shit you talkin', look at you, see you ain't 'bout it
Look at you, see you don't it
hardly be an opponent
When you next to TIP, it look inferior, don't it?
Give a damn if you know
I've achieved everything you hope for
If being a real turned into a corporation
at me, shawty, I should be the logo
Please no photos as I stepped in that
Got four hoes in the two Bentley, what's happenin'?
She with the actress, she come in with me
But if not I her, she mean nothin' to me
I pull up, hop out, give the valet my
I run the city, bitch, I'm for free
And who the right here talkin' to me?
There be problem if you keep botherin' me, man
I came in this to spend 20's and 50 G
What you tried to park here? ain't my Bentley
You listen to me now, God as my witness
Keep on in your I take your opinion
I swear,

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

Focused on the money, shit? Forget 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 gotta run a bag up, it's for the blue one
Got 500 bags off in
Go and put it up and a 100 more, the gang here
Two rules, gettin' money, nigga, real
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, weed y'all
stand down 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 don't forget what I done taught y'all
I put the of God in ya
Oh you nigga is ya?
I can see the broad in ya, your card
Then you make a move, make a choice
Either go out like a or get your ass kicked
God that'll be horrible
So down, nigga