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6 Figure Man
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Ay, ay, ay, ay (Ay) Man, I ran a hunnid G's up in six months Yeah, I smoked a lot of weed, yeah, I'm off like six blunts He can keep talkin' that sh*t and get his sh*t stumped I'ma keep pushin' 'til ice on my wristwatch (Ice) 23, I ran up six figures, when I pull up to the scene They be like "Damn, who is he?" Hopped up in my man's whip, like "Who's damn bro is this?" I'm about a whole load, and it cost six figures Hop up in a spaceship, and I'm off to the moon When I smokin' on the dope, I steady be in my zone With the sex on rodeo, five-hunnid on cologne Bet the smell let his eyes cover it, 'cause it's strong (Ay) Bet the packs come from Cali' and it's flown, not grown But I'm posted in Detroit, 'cause you know that it's my home Posted with my baby Ray, but ain't sh*t sweet (Nah) Pay attention what I'm sayin', but don't turn into a geek (Nerd) I be in the streets, turn a hunnid to a G (Ay) I'ma do that ten times, f**k around and buy a Jeep You know the money don't sleep, but my baby, I don't need her Sent the money for the package, I can't wait to receive it My homies all got dawg sh*t A line of chalk, cross and leave, and leak him like a faucet We really live it, b*t*h, you just talkin' Say you gettin' money, but sh*t, I can't call it Man, I ran a hunnid G's up in six months Yeah, I smoked a lot of weed, yeah, I'm off like six blunts He can keep talkin' that sh*t and get his sh*t stumped I'ma keep pushin' 'til ice on my wristwatch (Ice) 23, I ran up six figures, when I pull up to the scene They be like "Damn, who is he?" Hopped up in my man's whip, like "Who's damn bro is this?" I'm about a whole load, and it cost six figures I'm a six-figure n***a, in the hood, eatin' Mickey D's Big pistol with me, whip it out and then I squeeze You would think the b*t*h beggin', I left her on her knees Who out the real lemon check, I need six Ps I blow the hoe back 'til I'm dizzy Twenty-four hunnid for a mag', this is not a smitty Hunnid rounds on they head, or I get busy Who got that new Benz for me, it's 650' You ain't ever seen a hunnid pounds of grass, n***a You the type of n***a 'run off with a half a chicken b*t*h said she gone, I said "Bye", I ain't a ass kisser Got a whole pint of red, this might blow like a half a seven You ain't gon' never get no where, you do bad business Pop a n***a in the streets, but in the jail, I'll stab a n***a Forty-five hunnid for the bottles, I grab fifty Make a hunnid k in prottles, I'm a bag flipper Man, I ran a hunnid G's up in six months Yeah, I smoked a lot of weed, yeah, I'm off like six blunts He can keep talkin' that sh*t and get his sh*t stumped I'ma keep pushin' 'til ice on my wristwatch (Ice) 23, I ran up six figures, when I pull up to the scene They be like "Damn, who is he?" Hopped up in my man's whip, like "Who's damn bro is this?" I'm about a whole load, and it cost six figures
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