Correction Lyrics Gotta Pay by Waka Flocka Flame

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I'm rich, b*tch
Trap-A-Holics mixtape

I just made two hundred bands in a day
Hundred forty cash n*gga two bricks of the yay
Rule number one never sell out where you stay
If he pus*y and he selling round my way he gotta pay

I just made two hundred bands in a day
Hundred forty cash n*gga two bricks of the yay
Rule number one never sell out where you stay
If he pus*y and he selling round my way he gotta pay

Kicking in doors where the sh*t
Where the molly the weed and the bricks
If he pus*y than he a free pick
I’m trynna get me a million off hitting these licks
Real shooter I shoot out won’t miss
Imma catch me a n*gga if he slip
Let him get the weight off cause that sh*t gone payoff just take it ain’t got to do sh*t
No more selling dimes and no nicks
Money making n*gga like Mitch
I rub and I Rollie my wrist
My diamonds you see when it’s pitch
When lil son round my way he gotta pay cause I know that he b*tch
When lit son round my way he gotta pay cause I know that he b*tch pus*y

I just made two hundred bands in a day
Hundred forty cash n*gga two bricks of the yay
Rule number one never sell out where you stay
If he pus*y and he selling round my way he gotta pay

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