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

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

Like Ricky Ross, everyday I'm
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer
a hammer, Thor
Shooter,
Slide through think I'm hecka rich
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads the exorcist
Thumbs up the like button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
Countin' so bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock paint (from where?)
Beige, like a
They hate me on the outside, me in the inside
Suck me in the back while I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a unit
I out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

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

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

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

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

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

Parallel while I'm ghost riding
diamonds man I'm racial profiling
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I might let your damn ho it
Lil' hair man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I never passed a drug test
You my lingo baby let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollars of singles
I got racks in the cargo of my
Still, still won't give her
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but a check
They took me out the streets but still in me
I been sellin' work since we had Bill
I'm the voice of the streets so they listen
On the of the milk carton, ceiling missing

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