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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

[Mr.]
dont feed man I'll talk shit for you
Tell you to cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, back and spit for you
Bring hot heads that the shit for you
Ride for you homie till our hit the soil
die for you? they got it fucked up
Like chicks that need a perm click and touched up
Peel off on the bike and pop the up what

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