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

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

Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
a hammer, Thor
Shooter,
Slide batches think I'm hecka rich
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads the exorcist
Thumbs up like the like
good, no rib touchin'
Runnin' with a bundle, fumble
Countin' so much I got Carpal tunnel
Stock paint (from where?)
Beige, a potato
They hate me on the outside, love me in the
Suck me in the back seat I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, a unit 10-5
I stay out here by so you know a hustler been fly

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

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

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

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

Parallel while I'm ghost riding
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 a drug test
You my lingo baby let's mingle
So I got a dollars worth of singles
I got in the cargo of my camels
Still, won't give her Nathaniel
Life a gamble so I had to a bet
These ain't Air Max but make a
took me out the streets but it's still in me
I been work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the so they still listen
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

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

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