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(KimJ with the heat)
(LC)
Uh, look
Nowadays my money longer than Pinnochio nose
I remember when we used to four, four
I got a hunnid ways to get the dough
Trick a nigga out his jewelry, boy, you been a ho
R.I.P my nigga Pat from the N.O., huh
I just gotta stay strapped, that's my M.O
I ain't never learned how to adapt around no weirdo
We gon' turn your big homie's bitch into a widow
You ain't gon' let me get my rocks off, what you here for?
Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo
(LC)
Uh, look
Nowadays my money longer than Pinnochio nose
I remember when we used to four, four
I got a hunnid ways to get the dough
Trick a nigga out his jewelry, boy, you been a ho
R.I.P my nigga Pat from the N.O., huh
I just gotta stay strapped, that's my M.O
I ain't never learned how to adapt around no weirdo
We gon' turn your big homie's bitch into a widow
You ain't gon' let me get my rocks off, what you here for?
Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo
Last chain that a nigga bought was a kilo
Fell in love with the strip club 'cause of Kilo, huh, nasty dime
They said they want smoke, why you askin' for cancer?
Pull up in the Ghost, I nicknamed it the Casper
You ain't never sold soap, but you claim you a trapper
Every opp ho, I done had her
Someone stickin' dick in her bladder
See a Crown Vic, we skedaddle
See a opp bitch, we get active
Hit a top pick, we gon' draft him
Nah, I ain't gotta get up outta character
Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
Now I gotta closet full of old money
Used to be my dawg, now you dissin' niggas, so funny
Fell in love with the strip club 'cause of Kilo, huh, nasty dime
They said they want smoke, why you askin' for cancer?
Pull up in the Ghost, I nicknamed it the Casper
You ain't never sold soap, but you claim you a trapper
Every opp ho, I done had her
Someone stickin' dick in her bladder
See a Crown Vic, we skedaddle
See a opp bitch, we get active
Hit a top pick, we gon' draft him
Nah, I ain't gotta get up outta character
Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
Now I gotta closet full of old money
Used to be my dawg, now you dissin' niggas, so funny
I was gon' let that shit live, but you know what
They said we hit up they crib, nigga, so what?
I pull up in all types of whips and you know it
It ain't nothin' to get a nigga zipped and you know it
That stick got some tits on that bitch and it's goin'
Name a strain off your homeboy
All this pain, I got no heart
We put K's in our Goyard
Cartier frames, I look so smart
First day she came, I got brain, that bitch so smart
Drive the Hurricane in the rain like a go-kart
Fuck her 'til she came on the gang, I'm a pornstar
Look, never used the OnStar, I know that I'm goin' far
They said we hit up they crib, nigga, so what?
I pull up in all types of whips and you know it
It ain't nothin' to get a nigga zipped and you know it
That stick got some tits on that bitch and it's goin'
Name a strain off your homeboy
All this pain, I got no heart
We put K's in our Goyard
Cartier frames, I look so smart
First day she came, I got brain, that bitch so smart
Drive the Hurricane in the rain like a go-kart
Fuck her 'til she came on the gang, I'm a pornstar
Look, never used the OnStar, I know that I'm goin' far
Never used the long shot, I'm wettin' her like a loan shark on land
Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand
Once you crossed the line, then that's where you stand
I got murder on my mind, I'm just sayin'
But I'm tryna get rich as I can, yeah
I can't be trippin' off bitches I had
When that money came in, it got good, it got bad
If it ain't about a dollar, my daughter, my son
My mom, my pops, then miss me with that
Look, I just got that Cullinan, got my seats back
I wanna see my brother win, best believe that
Uh, where the cheese at? Fettuccine
I said get a nigga whacked, they ain't even see that coming
Tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming
I tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming, yeah
Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand
Once you crossed the line, then that's where you stand
I got murder on my mind, I'm just sayin'
But I'm tryna get rich as I can, yeah
I can't be trippin' off bitches I had
When that money came in, it got good, it got bad
If it ain't about a dollar, my daughter, my son
My mom, my pops, then miss me with that
Look, I just got that Cullinan, got my seats back
I wanna see my brother win, best believe that
Uh, where the cheese at? Fettuccine
I said get a nigga whacked, they ain't even see that coming
Tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming
I tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming, yeah
Bitch
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