Money, Weed, Blow

Play me some pimpin, mane

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When my niggas come get you

Ain't nobody run with you

I hit you with the chopper fix your ass proper

Cali on the roll, hustlin' in the cold

Pockets full of stacks and a trunk full of o's

We the hottest niggas out, boxing niggas out

Fuck all the paint, light up the thang

Lemme get you in the mood

Get you in the groove

Does it all the time, do it from the ground

Fuck you think, fishing the tank

Everybody watching, hustle nonstop

Cocaine Mafia, 4-5th pop ya

Think you out ya mind, I'll put ya mind out ya

Got me on my side with pills and lean

Glock ten shots, and a fucking beam

Purple lambo, smoking a Rambo

Take my chances, life's a gamble

Low in my ammo, looking for the payback

I know you bitch niggas since way back

Fill up my need, fill up arenas

All mixtapes, we bury niggas you think

Johny Hancock filling up the blank

Two headshots blood in your mink

Montana juice hard as a tank

These other rap niggas ain't hard as you think

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Who that, who that riding in the street

Riding in a silver phantom

Who that, who that guap on the weed

Other drug dealers can't stand him

Who that, who that be in the club

Throwing down lots of money

Who that, who that be on the grind

Always tryna get this money

This nigga is too real

Stay high and pop pills

Hell yea I'm cocky

Cause I don't grow meals

I done turned out plenty hoes

I done turned out plenty shows

I did what you tryna do

I done fucked niggas momma too

A lot of these niggas be hating on me

And the girlfriends be waving on me

They see me still getting these racks and cheese

Ain't no nigga out here backin me

We own everything that's in the lot

I'm dealing cash I don't fuck with stocks

So if you in the club with patron and rocks

I'ma take you somewhere homie I might own the spot

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I'm with my niggas out the north side on Memphis we cutthroat

Hanging in the traps with real killers slanging cut though

Robbery can get done

I just need a reason

They paying me my funds boy

Now that's good reason

Or straight suicide, Now I gotta tax that ass go

40 barrel to his head, pay me up or we crack yo cast

Penitentiary the chance

I'm just trying to advance

Caught a nigga slippin', shot his ass for a whole brick

Gotta thank quick, cause this here could be my last shot

I'm up in yo spot with the guns pulling masks off

But a lick for the brick

Like a nut with no jack off

Or a junkie glass pipin' out bout to blast off