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

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
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 like the
Thumbs up like the like
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock paint (from where?)
Beige, like a
hate 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 out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

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

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

My pockets some'n serious, on a hilly
that nigga got more cheese than a philly
Shoelace tied but a nigga still
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
Rubberband business, know you heard of
I got the town talkin, know you of that
None less ten figures, you know what I'm worth
Record sales, money, not including merch'
Club full of bitches, full of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup of drank
Me going raw dog, ain't no way in
I risk my life it be a cold day in hell
But bitch take it off, here we go show and
And I'm that pussy like I'm fresh out of jail

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

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

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 damn ho it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never a drug test
You know my lingo let's mingle
So I got a dollars worth of singles
I got racks in the of my camels
Still, still give her Nathaniel
Life a so I had to make a bet
ain't Air Max but make a check
They took me out the streets but it's 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, missing

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