[Chorus: x4] Look what I got, got Guap so my shit fresh out the lot Hop Hop Hop Hop Hop out the drop I'm yellin look what I got
I'm a Trap Starr my pants saggin Pistol Showin D-boy swaggin So fresh I need a camera So fresh I'm a need some Magnums Gotta magnum, in a magnum 7 4 5 with a 4 5 Cool as ever but don't confuse I air this bitch out dey don't know I They don't know I'm On g-row They don't know I'm always on It's 6 below I'm in the cold my top is droppin my heat is on South side believe it homes Diamonds on, you see em homes You won't see D no Turn the Key Go to Tennessee That's beezys home Brace yourself we takin off, Pistol Loaded my safety's off Paint is wet, my leather's soft And There's some Lames we'll take they salt Costarr La nostra get closea see toastas we get dough like Oprah It's PC it's ova
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Teddy-two chains I got on 2 bracelets Fresh off the lot you would think I was racin' Pinky ring hi, at the bar wine tastin I paint all my cars black you would think I was racist A.T.L.A.N.T.A C.O. double L. E.G.E Park my car in the valet my white T smells just like a P When I say P I mean a pound when I say T I mean a town So take these P's to the T Let's go in the key let's lock it down See Kingpin's were my role models, Your TV was a floor model Had a T.V in my impala with a few dollars new pralas Deuce holla, we outtie, Niggas know we got it We fresh off the block I'm goin Mazaradi shoppin
(intro) Yea... Ok.... New Playaz Circle..... As a matter of fact its gun kill me bitch!... Cuz u aint! Haaaaa! (tell em shortie) so get high! (tell'em weezy!) or get low! yea! (chorus) If I don't nuthin imma ball I'm countin all day like tha clock on the wall Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy get money! And I aint ever ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin Look honey I aint never ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin get money
(Verse 1) Tha beat so hot tha flow is so ice cold Walkin to the gucci store honey I'm home I am on my shit I need a pamper on Toilet paper on the side for example hommie I... get... money I know you niggas aint heard no shit like this and While you wishing on that fallin star I'm in a foreign car Smoking out with the doors ajar Suede sun roof hangin out the big top We leave the dealership head to the rim shop You niggaz bearly dressin I got thousands piling
That's that salad dressin I'm on my thousand island Whylin... stylin... I be I get so much money it's my I.d Don't try me and if I don't do nuthin ima f**kin ball And I aint bout to start runnin naw nigga naw
(hook) If I don't nuthin imma ball I'm countin all day like a clock on the wall Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy get money And I aint ever ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin Look honey I say I aint never ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin get money
(Verse 2) Aint nuthin to a boss we ballin when you see us We hear them hataz callin they too far off to see us Unless they got they glasses on get your bifocal game Class is now in session now try to stay focus mayne Your boy aint good enough style aint hood enough Would've could've should've wont do with us true enough Need a hoe break a hoe never nuthin new to us Turnin hoes to house wives never been cool with us Soon enough all these dealers are gonna catch up Till then f**k it I'm winnin so ima stack up Flows like a river tha current is so rapid Hit with the wrachet that's how shit happens Next time you're yappin make sure it be about big money talk Let that lil money walk call me what you want but don't call me for fronts Southside I got wut u want come holla at me
