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I'm the boss of the My is to go get it You getting money in the city, I make yo my business I got on the doe I call it Dennis the You get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist Put them coats on the candy I call it quenchin the Pop my car in your driveway, think I send ya desert Think I up some fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm talking bout my Excursion my done already turnt means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it I turn on that then enter in my opponent Sound like that old Koopa, but look how boy thrown it That it already throwed if you see that I'm on it at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya Got a delivery let me call my carrier And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is A living room striaght outta Gallery Furniture I will murder a I don't worry with worriers I get further and further ya my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with that naked lady her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple The TV in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel You gots to on falling but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies like collectors cause they just keep on calling With all these car-loving I feel like 007 Can they throw your car, shut the F up and go get em I em stiff as a denim, I decorate em fasho I'm a leave em stiff as a doe, and lay em out a flo Styles
I up on em with the rag top leaning Hit that button on the dash until it (till it close) The laws pull my candy thang over But my pistol somewhere by the flow (by the flow) Oh, I'm getting money and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on jewels (on some jewels) And you know this is but'cha got me confused I won't go broke I'm nothing you
Switch Ay, stop bout what you finna do You goin get the doe go get the doe I'm a all the way till I'm fifty-fo And all my doe on gettin mo Cause I'm way cooler you dudes And I'm way smoother than you Yes the paint, yes the shoes I got a new whip I it Blue's Clues I'm the baddest rapper in the region Been the hardest out the forty-fo You don't wanna be the one to go Cause I slow ya and you know it bro Combo and I some doe You already know I don't And if a hater try'na my doe I'll break his face with my Converse Talk and then bomb first Like I'm having Fetti power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a deli Don't ever beg I feel that is I don't J's I leave that to Nelly You ain't talk trash yet But I'll raise mind and I'm mad already