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

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

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

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

My pockets some'n serious, on a hilly
Main that nigga got more cheese than a
Shoelace tied but a nigga still
I'm Richie high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
Never a hoes, I just marry checks
That's how you stay on top, sex
Rubberband business, know you of that
I got the talkin, know you scurred of that
less than 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 of drank
Me raw dog, ain't no way in hell
I risk my life it be a cold day in hell
But bitch it off, here we go show and tell
And I'm fuckin' that pussy like I'm out of jail

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

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

park while I'm ghost riding
Black diamonds man I'm racial
I'm so fly man I need a
So I might let your damn ho it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't passed a drug test
You know my baby let's mingle
So I got a dollars worth of singles
I got racks in the cargo of my
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 we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so they listen
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

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

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 damn