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I'm the boss of the My is to go get it You money in the city, I make yo business my business I got on the doe I call it the Menace You get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist Put them coats on the candy I it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I ya desert Think I up some fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt That means I got miles on it just me when y'all want it I turn on that Navigation then enter in my like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it That mean it throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and that I bury ya Got a coffin delivery let me call my And I even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier A living looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture I will murder a murderer I don't worry with I get and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with that naked lady her Sexy on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple The TV screens in the Beamer hit the scene like it's Urkel You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on With all these car-loving I feel like 007 Can they throw your car, shut the F up and go get em I leave em stiff as a denim, I em fasho I'm a em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Styles
I pull up on em the rag top leaning Hit that button on the dash it close (till it close) The laws pull my candy thang over But my pistol hitting somewhere by the (by the flow) Oh, I'm getting money and you know it And probably go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels) And you know this is but'cha got me confused I go broke I'm nothing like you
Styles Ay, stop talking what you finna do You get the doe then go get the doe I'm a ball all the way till I'm And spend all my doe on mo I'm way cooler than you dudes And I'm way than you fools 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 be the one to go toe-to-toe Cause I slow ya roll and you it bro Combo and I some doe You already know I converse And if a hater take my doe Then I'll his face with my Converse last and then bomb first Like I'm having Fetti Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a ever beg I feel that is petty I don't J's I leave that to Nelly You ain't even trash yet But raise your mind and I'm mad already