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Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Drank

Flood the block with the work, we tryna get it off
And the old heads say we too gangsta, that boy done popped your noggin
And that young nigga say he want beef, I ain't quittin' 'til I stop you (Don't stop)
They say you stashed the work in the car, mane, fast, pop, lock and drop 'em
Thousand pounds of weed, we gettin' bitches so we missin' the beat (Okay)
Niggas still sellin'
Fuck with your boy, made a million out that Honda Accord (Milli')

Shout out to Tory, know real d-boys praise him like the Lord (Uh)
I was servin' the block on Tuesday and Thursday, but 12 made life (Shit)
With a dime and a brick, couldn't take the water, he need a fishin' rod (Go fishin')
Country ass nigga, they got me in my bag, nigga (In my bag)
Drop, drop a 28 in 35 and call it Glad, nigga (Straight)

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

He-he spend a little, I spend a lot on tryna whip a block
And young say it's smoke with the opps, I tell 'em, "Spin their block"
Switch on all them Glicks, nigga, we ain't sparin' not nan' nigga (No, no)
And I remember I stacked up a hundred, felt like I had a million (Racks)
It came from water whippin' (Whippin')

JoJo would wash the dishes (Okay)
Judo, Baby Dough and Slim was right there in the kitchen (My bros)
And I don't know how I did it (Nah)
When I'm, when I'm cookin' that work, nigga, I'm a real chemist (Chemist)
Nigga, don't you forget it (Ah)
On the west side, nigga, I made my stripes
In 9th Ward, nigga, I sold my white (Okay)
Serve a half, whole, get caught with blow, you gotta roll them dices (Roll 'em)
Say that your dawg crossed you out for a bitch, know that ain't right
I've been livin' that high life, gettin' high off life (Off life)

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")

My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah"
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah"

Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here"
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

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