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(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
Free DDawg
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Cocaine all white GNikes, so I hit the street right
Hangin round actin like they lost some, know what it be like
I done seen how they change when im down
Riding round that P, smokin dope just singin loud

Muthafuck em if they dont know I ain't gotta show
Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin strong though
Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
Causin me to head on
I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I'm on
Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin around
Tell me change but I can't do it, I'm fresh cause I got money now

Hella blocks, hella chops, thirty shottas, no trap spot
Plain Jane, Patek Phileppe, arms reach of a crack pot
Get that rollie imma send it back I dont like how the bezel sized
Scared for a nigga to see her arm sleeve she got hella dots
Soon as it drop then the body drop
Police comin, call it through the cell
She ain't wit' a nigga she ain't around me now
It was the same way laid inside a cell
Tryna step on sum', payin to get me killed
In that red eye straight from out of hell
Got to much money to be out here stuntin'
And these dirty bitches dont wanna let me live

What you talkin? All my kids got M's and P's
I knock sum' off I don't wanna talk
Aye where the money where the lean, God damn
Fuck em all, I achieve
I ain't gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve

Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain't gotta show
Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though
Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
Causin me to head on
I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I'm on
Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around
Tell me change but I can't do it, I'm fresh cause I got money now

Big stack, look there go Youngboy his lil ass wit' that big gat
Cemetary yard, I can't pass, tell 'em risk that
Dont care bout how you cut it you not makin me
Give a fuck bout if they clutchin I say spray that shit
I say pop that boy, I say shoot that bitch
While I wait on my house to get gutted, I flood my wrist
I say hit the switch, I say put it in sport ain't got no kick
I say Lean, stand, stand right, aim right nigga for you hit that stick

What you talkin? All my kids got M's and P's
I knock sum' off I don't wanna talk
Aye where the money where the lean, God damn
Fuck em all, I achieve
I ain't gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve

Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain't gotta show
Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though
Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
Causin me to head on
I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I'm on
Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around
Tell me change but I can't do it, I'm fresh cause I got money now

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