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

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

Like Ricky Ross, I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide through batches I'm hecka rich
necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the like
good, no rib touchin'
Runnin' with a bundle, fumble
so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, a potato
They me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the seat while I let a friend drive
a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I stay out here by so you know a hustler been fly

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

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

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

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

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

Parallel park while I'm ghost
Black diamonds man I'm racial
I'm so fly man I need a
So I might let your damn ho it
Lil' hair man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a drug
You know my lingo baby let's
So I got a thousand dollars worth of
I got racks in the cargo of my
Still, still give her Nathaniel
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but a check
They me out the streets but it's still in me
I been sellin' work since we had Clinton
I'm the of the streets so they still listen
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', pointin'
They damn
They pointin', pointin'
like damn

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