Correction Lyrics 40 Bars by PatricKxxLee

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Oh sh*t, it's about to get wild right now
Nadia Nakai (Bragga!)
Emtee the Hustler (Yeah)
And of course...
It's Capital!

I-I...
I just walked in with the racks
Put that in the Gucci bag
Plug deliver the pack
Wherever you be at
Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later"
Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later"

I had to shut down the city
I brought the bad b*t*hes with me
All of these b*t*hes my daughters, It's time you eat rapper titty
They know the album is litty
n***as envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular n***as, I need your account on a billi (Racks)
Where you gon' find you another? Rich, thick, smart and pretty
Motivated with ambition, but not afraid to light a sticky
Grown sh*t this ain't Rugrats
More drive than your hub caps
Go to war, it's a blood bath
Competition, they don't want that!
Thought that I wouldn't re-up
I look at the sky like "We up"
Look at the records we broke, all the shows and the tours, man we gotta be up
Y'all n***as gotta be hatin', off of the deals that we makin'
I hardly go on vacation, too busy stacking this paper
Too busy working with stars
Too busy racking up numbers
Too busy focused on me while inside of my kitty pink panther the colour (Ooh)
I do this sh*t to the max
You b*t*hes just need to relax
Steven Smith with the stats
I made your career collapse
Pick it up, thousand dollar champagne when we live it up
All that hate in your blood, gotta give it up
More wins over lies, gotta switch it up
On the way up, bring the b*t*hes up
Motivated by the money when I'm in the club
Twitter fingers got the media digging up
My past life, she'd think that I give a f**k
(Bragga!)

I just walked in with the racks
Put that in the Gucci bag
Plug deliver the pack
Wherever you be at
Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later"
Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later"

Twenty Four Seven I grind
Money be all on my mind
n***as be waitin', it's time
n***as be talking a lot
I'm winning, you with it or not?
Y'all n***as know where to shop, if you want your song to be hot
I used to say I'ma pop, they thought it was all a joke
I'm looking for all the smoke
Shooting at all 'em folk
Big gat, I'ma spray
Big cap how they play
Big bag on the way, before I get that gotta pray
Big dope in the room
I go where I want, I'm good
Rappers don't come to my hood, I wish a motherf**ker would
I'm what's going on n***a
I'm schooling old n***as
Old girl ain't mine, she is a gold-digger, ayy get it?
All of my n***as is with it
I know I've been gone for a minute
It's time to take back the city, yeah
They wanna see me at the bottom
They wanna make it a problem
I'm tryna make it without 'em
Now that you n***as is silent
I don't play games when I'm in the booth
That's why you n***as should give me the loot
I'm on the phone with my n***a Scoop
Keepin' it real, double salute
ATM still the gang gang, y'all lil' n***as can't hang
I'm flowing, I don't give a damn
I need the bread when I'm in the jam

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