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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 it Dennis the Menace 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 bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it I turn on that Navigation then enter in my Sound like that old Koopa, but look how boy thrown it That mean it throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and under I bury ya Got a coffin delivery let me call my And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is A living room looking striaght outta Furniture I will murder a murderer I don't worry with I get further and further ya my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with that naked inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a Believe that I hurt you, you know the is purple The TV screens in the goin hit the scene like it's Urkel You gots to keep on but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies bill collectors cause they just keep on calling With all these car-loving woman I feel 007 Can just 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 as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Switch
I pull up on em the rag top leaning Hit that button on the until it close (till it close) The laws try'na pull my candy thang But my pistol hitting somewhere by the (by the flow) Oh, I'm that money and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on jewels (on some jewels) And you know is true but'cha got me confused I won't go broke I'm nothing you
Styles Ay, stop talking bout you finna do You get the doe then go get the doe I'm a all the way till I'm fifty-fo And spend all my doe on mo Cause I'm way cooler than you And I'm way smoother than you Yes the paint, yes the shoes I got a new I call it Blue's Clues I'm the baddest rapper in the region Been the rapper out the forty-fo You don't wanna be the one to go Cause I ya roll and you know it bro Combo and I brought doe You already know I don't And if a try'na take my doe Then I'll break his face my Converse Talk last and then bomb Like Makaveli I'm having Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a Don't ever beg I feel is petty I wear J's I leave that to Nelly You even talk trash yet But I'll raise your and I'm mad already