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Damn, I just spent a hundred grand | Them fuck niggas don't understand | You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Them fuck niggas don't understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Them fuck niggas don't understand You ain't getting' money, what's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Knew I'd be the man one day Knew I'd be the, knew I'd be the man one day (booya) VIP with a flock of Kelly Bundys All callin' me daddy like my son say Wizzy, what the tweak be All mamas that KK got me sleepy NWA, I'm easy Got these bitches sayin' "Yeah" like Jeezy My clique is heavy, my weed is smelly Big crib don't need a telly I ride with them real goons with machine guns, don't need a Kelly Talkin' shit but we turnt up too Drunk as hell, that's what turnt up do Talkin' pounds we done smoked them too Talkin' millions we aren't the few Talkin' champagne they brought it through Hundred million they rep my gang Goin' fast when I'm in my lane Diamond? that be my gang Smoked it up, you don't smoke enough Boy you sweet, you so coconut Weed is loud, get close enough Shit get sticky on purple stuff Hopped out in them shell-toes Need more room for my elbows I dropped the bomb in their? These hoes be actin' up These niggas be lettin' 'em Shawty rollin' them veggies up That's? at the courtyard Take it to the Marriott Watch a nigga paint, Basquiat Bought my own crib, so I'm growin' pot Got my own water, so I bought a yacht Y'all niggas complacent From? to that basement To the top floor that's so spacious At the Westin, just restin' Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like rentals Gettin' money watchin' for the? Chains got to write like pencils Got magazines for them issues We on one, you damn right She ain't gay but she playin' dyke I'm no plumb' but I'm layin' pipe Like why Nigga bout to take this shot Nigga really gettin' this bread Niggas say they ballin' but they not Smokin weed, livin' in the air I grind so I'm getting' what I got, ooh I go hard and these fuck niggas, man they ain't got a clue, ooh So much chiefin' and sippin' that mud Niggas think I am the plug Crank in the club while you makin' it rain Juicy J he be makin' it flood Fuck it man I threw it all She? never no draws That shit be good I would pass her the sack Bitch I'm like Santa Claus Make a mess I'm holdin' cake Nigga I take yo bitch nigga That's the reason why you love to hate I buy Louis just to meditate Kush bags just to medicate I'm just tryna levitate Hit the mall and blow a whip Hundred k I double dip Turn around and double it Nigga I supply the hood Got plastics filled with benjamins Juicy J I'm gettin' that purp, work Pockets never hurt If I fall off (nope), the trap where I revert Damn I just spent a hundred grand
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