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[Verse 1: Cory
Stare is blank when the face
Lil n***a a bigger base
Know me young homie? here's money, you wonder now
I'll make 2012 a number dial
Talking s**t; dont know who they rapping with
Pause, I say em fast, rabbit d***s
I turn the booth to a pit
She appear when I wave the David Banner
Gettin money, you b****s can't see me like my mother
She's her dog is back with another bone
Hollar for a dollar, to back
I hit her right off of twitter, now that
I'm booking face, my is social
Young Money, Money, we coach who coach you
up them protools with them loco vocals
What you know to, don't do,
I'm go-tos, go-to
Plot, once you try I approach you with the toast too
Fire, I will you
Tie, any man, bear hand you
Silence is I go to
Violent, in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
Find the burner and they solving the
Murder in the place, let is in his waist
I give a f**k if your moms and all is in the play
Get your pops, get popped, pop off
Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in off
Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya off
Get clocked, when it tick, get off
n****s, by the block when its blocked off
Swat looking for the yacht when is off
In the spot where n****s plot to get bopped,
And the waps stop then ya top off

2: Meek Mill]
YMCMB DoubleM G, you me
Old flow like Kool Moe Dee
Coastal flow, I low key
Make a OT
Get a for the low
95 South get a chick that go
36 let the b***h get an O
I put it in the that b***h better snow
In the middle of summer, do
N****s run from us that, front us
That Mac-10 a drummer, they want us
Tell n****s run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin Cory Gunz when he rapping
That s**t be spitting so fast, and my n****s we
And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my on
30 thou, a got a Camero Chevy on
I go around the neck give em a heavy one
And n****s on me, guess I get my Freddy on
Nightmare on you labels
I tell em put the money on the other table
You ever seen a 100 off fiend money
That Martin Luther King, I had a money
I can tell you n****s never money
We sellin white girl, Christine money
Aguilera, I'm in the
N****s whisper when I through, I can barely hear em
I know these n****s looking, I see em though
My in the grave, I make you meet em though
They me, mister "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho
Cause I got my paper up, its time to get my up
I'm gone!

B***h!

I'm gone!

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