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*CashMoneyAP*
You ain't know my motto? Before you try be you better try lotto
F**k these N***as, Roll'em

Word round the city, money on my top
Front street, I might go live posted on my block
Glizzy got a d**k, reload it then that b*t*h a c*ck
Snatch up your love and make the godfather gon' call the cops

Pu**y n***a you ain't it
Heard you got big bank turned him to a lick
How the f**k you a dope boy if you ain't sold sh*t
Moved to the three got ran out the six, damn
These n***as they've been faking too long
Copping deuces homicide on the phone
Catch a body then go make me a song
Turner told me that these n***as be clones
N***a you a b*t*h, you ain't sh*t
You ain't rolled nun, heard you told something
I used to slide with him
He used to just drive with them
I'm the one that hopped out with them
Father gang brang fox in him
Had to sail boat, it's a op in him
He get kidnapped
Don't get your kid snatched
Rather die in the pen, feel like thuglife, shot at the reverend
Zone six, some deadly sins
Just like we playing pool with two sticks
You ain't never been out there with they blicks
Christmas time, kicked more doors than the grinch
Heard a n***a got whacked, but we don't know sh*t
Pitbull, when I bite I'm gonna shake
Body dropping like he got on some skates
Strip him naked, 12 thought he got raped
Cash money, then you get you a drake
I'ma make em paranoid when they see me
I was in prison yeen want em' to free me
Hard a body I ain't taking it easy
Feel like guwop, I'ma do em like jeezy
Imma let God choose, do or die n***a me or you
Straight hands, I beat your crew, want beef I eat your crew
You cap, you cap cap
I never went against the grain I only adapt
XD, FN, Ola play with straps
Word round the city, money on my top
Front street, I might go live posted on my block
Glizzy got d**k, reload it then that b*t*h a c*ck
Snatch up your love and make the godfather gon call the cops

Murder scene
I ain't talking about bait
Take em out they ain't talm bout date
Take em off I know you plotting
Got em looking heard you hiding
Wouldn't hide cuz a young n***a fire
Shoot at you first, question later
Money hungry, robbed the waiter
Did more cook ups than a butler
Crossed more borders, than a trucker
Strong arm, just called Jay Cutler
Hall in one, had to gail more
Make em run and lock the door
Fall asleep, I'm at your bed
Shoot them tattoos out your head
N***a you move your son to Conyers
How you slime, can't go to college
Walking dead, yall n***as zombies
Blew out some smoke like some junkies
Caught a headshot, he ain't using his conscience
Halloween, it cold it felt like a pumpkin
These n***as sweet like they lickin on honey
All you do is gossip
You just growl, you don't bite
You just scratch, and you don't fight
Left him dead cuz sh*t went right
Word round the city, money on my top
Front street, I might go live posted on my block
Glizzy got d**k, reload it then that b*t*h a c*ck
Snatch up your love and make the godfather gon call the cops

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