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Iâm the fuckin man, you donât get it do ya?
Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch
Some Spanish girls love me like Iâm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke Iâm out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, Fuckinâ women ainât much to do
Wrist blancpain, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ainât shit changed
How you feel? how you feel? how you feel?
Twenty five sittinâ on 25 mil uhh
Iâm in the building and Iâm feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, Iâmma do it for the Bay, okay
Getting paid well holla wen ever that stop
My team good, we donât really need a mascot
Tell Tune âlight one, pass it like a relayâ
YMCMB you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if im fuckin with her, I donât really need her
Aohhh, Thatâs how you feel man?
Thatâs really how you feel?
Cause the pimpinâ ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she wonât
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal,
Real nigga wassap
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: thatâs the motto nigga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittinâ on the bench, nigga we donât really play
Every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say
Canât seem em cause the money in the way
Real nigga wassup?
One, time fuck one time
Iâm calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her p-ssy so I swam to her butt
Itâs Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
Thatâs my MO add a B to that shit
Iâm fucked up, torn down
Iâm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr Ed!
Iâm so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ainât sweet like sugar
Ainât shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: thatâs the motto nigga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
We sittin on the bench, nigga we donât really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Canât seem em cause the money in the way
real nigga wassup wassap wassap
T-raw skinny nigga big balls
Fuck around and get Drag. Ru Paul
You funny little nigga Duval
Out of this world Total Recall
Call a bitch ride the dick like her see saw
Something like a donkey, act a ass nigga hee-haw
Ridin round in the ârarri wit the top off
While you in the window, man Iâm probably on my next car
Aight, Mighty duck with the ice on
Real L.A. nigga chucks with the gun drawn
Drawing on your face youâre a clown jack in the box
Boy thatâs your bop, she my new pum pum star
Stars in the back
Them my homies, they donât act, acting brand new
Fuck her never call her back
Matt Forte got the bitch running back
Damn, Thatâs the motto you donât know itâs like that