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Lotta nigga talk, you ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, broke throw the shade
Lotta nigga talk, you ever get paid
Still shit, make a bitch go crazy
Lotta nigga talk, you ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches the shade

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

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get
Fuck nigga hate, broke 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, broke bitches the shade

Focused on the money, shit? Forget about it
I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, a shit about it
Get up out it, a Uber, go and buy a new one
I gotta run a bag up, 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, real
At all costs, nigga, at all costs,
Take a hit of this and run your off
And, nigga, you ain't really if you called off
a bit to the left, call it southpaw
Fuck around, get mouth wired, gotta weed y'all
Better stand down before I be a man
Guns up, down, that's 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 in ya, pull your card
you gotta make a move, make a choice
Either go out like a or get your ass kicked
God that'll be horrible
So pipe down,