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Yo, every body get
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what we've doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
wanna hatin and shit (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of money out here, hands on it
Uh uh, Wanted

Yo, I'm that who you wanna be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop
bitches
Tounge the pussy
If I fall for a bitch, let me fall push me
Hatin ass nigga hafta slick sides
'cause look at my chain cause he dont dick ride
Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, fear me
And talk to the song so they dont hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me out niggas jealous
Hot, yo the best told us we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
Taught you the shit you so why test us
Dont bother me that break ya neck
This week nigga I already ate ya check
Let my check book determine if I'm playin in
When you niggas Boo cool
Cause your sayin my

Is it the way I live and I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and what I got is what your to get
Do I look so that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops don't see my C-L 6,
wanna frisk me
And young with this I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you kiss me
But dead or me doin a bid you gunna me
This aint hate, its too much love cause I'm
When I to push them things, I flip quicker,
Niggas wanna cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they sisters
I hear Wanted this (and)
Most Wanted (uh huh)
Plus Mr. broke (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya boys get ya one in ya back
my fault my dough come fast and yours slower
You ass out like a used to go lower
And I'm to the boat and the cocaine grower
See red when I split ya head Noah nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't hand me a
I catch a bullet for em like my at the rice
every last round at a gunfall
A you the listener if you come for em
Die for the nigga thats my dog
Hoes be like damn why always together
Two things thata never be is rich and thats you and another ass bitch

[Mr.]
Boobonic dont feed man talk shit for you
Tell you to cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, come and spit for you
hot heads that make the shit for you
Ride for you till our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for they got it fucked up
Like chicks that need a they click and touched up
Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the is thaaaat
You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody closer
I'm tellin you one thing I'm ghetto. .no
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You niggas dont want no man
I'm for that shit for real
Fuck you niggas man.. I love bitchs, money, and
And you niggas didnt experince that.. you
you niggas didnt experience man
Y'all know what money is man
money is when your bank account is the banks amount
You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. nigga
You dont want none I'm a
Man I'll take over corners dressed up in a suit
And niggas wanna reach I and sharp shoot