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Yo, every get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what 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 nigga who you wanna be (who)
Not ch'all, deal, hot cars, only fuck pop stars
bitches
Tounge pass the
If I fall for a bitch, let me fall push me
Hatin ass dont hafta slick sides
'cause outta at my chain cause he dont dick ride
Yo niggas 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 best told us that we can get you
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
Taught you the you know so why test us
bother me that shit'a break ya neck
This week alone nigga I ate ya check
Let my check book determine if I'm playin in
you niggas Boo it's cool
Cause sayin my name

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

[Mr.]
The cops wanna see my C-L 6,
They frisk me
And with this dough I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you kiss me
But dead or me a bid you gunna miss me
This aint hate, its too much love cause I'm
When I used to them things, I flip quicker,
wanna twist cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin little sisters
I hear Most Wanted (and)
Most Wanted (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 fault my 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 I split ya head like Noah nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga hand me a price
I catch a bullet for em my chain at the rice
Spit last round at a gunfall
A kill you the if you come for em
Die for the nigga my dog forever
Hoes be damn why y'all always together
Two things never be have is rich and thats you and another ass bitch

[Mr.]
Boobonic dont feed man I'll talk for you
Tell you to cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, come and spit for you
Bring hot that make the shit for you
Ride for you till our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for you? they got it up
Like chicks that a perm they click and touched up
off on the bike and pop the clutch 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, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You know.. niggas want it man anybody move closer
I'm you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You niggas dont no beef man
I'm routing for shit for real
Fuck you niggas man.. I bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas experince that.. you know
you niggas didnt that man
Y'all dont know what is man
money is when bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
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 reach I lean and sharp shoot