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Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
They pointin', they
They like

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They like
They pointin', pointin'
They like

Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide batches think I'm hecka rich
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the
up like the like button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
Countin' so much bread I got tunnel
Stock paint (from where?)
Beige, like a
hate me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a 10-5
I stay out by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

Every I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They like
pointin', they pointin'
They damn

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They damn

My some'n serious, mansion on a hilly
Main that got more cheese than a philly
tied but a nigga still trippin'
I'm Lionel high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
Never marry a hoes, I just marry
That's how you stay on top, sex
Rubberband business, know you heard of
I got the town talkin, know you scurred of
None less than ten figures, you what I'm worth
Record sales, money, not including merch'
full of bitches, pocket full of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup of drank
Me going raw dog, no way in hell
Before I risk my life it be a cold day in
But take it off, here we go show and tell
And I'm fuckin' that pussy like I'm fresh out of

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They like

Every I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
They pointin', they
like damn

Parallel park while I'm ghost
Black man I'm racial profiling
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I might let your ho drive it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a test
You know my lingo let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollars worth of
I got racks in the of my camels
Still, still won't her Nathaniel
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but make a
They took me out the streets but it's in me
I been sellin' work since we had Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so they still
On the back of the milk carton, ceiling

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
They pointin', they
They like
They pointin', they
They like

Every time I stop, hoes look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They damn