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[feat. Birdman] Yo! Young Fyre Over the guts Let's go in brah Yo [Verse 1: T-Pain] Suicide doors, naw that was last year Got suicide hoes butt-naked under my cashmere Drinking full throttle, pulling half a gear Two-wheel drive on these niggas, Cavalier Wait till I crank it up, wait till I spazz hard They ain't nobody goin accept ya like a MasterCard Now ain't that bizarre, you say you from the hood But nobody believe you so you try to pour the basket guard Naw that shit don't work in this society The game got potential but it's lacking the variety Fans getting bored they don't even wanna buy CD's Nigglas ain't selling so they blaming it on piracy Argh! I'm too hard for the club seats UFC submission hole I get em off me The niggas in Tallahassee saying I'm off Glee But the hoes say I'm sick, cough sneeze Letras de canciones[Talking: Birdman] Yeah, Birdman you already know You understand me? YMCMB all day everyday All we do is get money like we do it Grind hard hustle 24 hours ain't no sleep when we do this shit Ain't no care about sleeping Ain't no clubbing cause we bring that to the studio Ya understand me? Just manifesting this game, getting mo money than niggas ever been [Verse 2: T-Pain] Billions for my thoughts, dollars for my words Hundred for the hook, one fifty for the verse Cause bitch I got kids and they want Louis Vutton shit And the Gucci wallet to carry crayons in So discount's is the thing of the past So is CEO's try'na put a thing on my ass These record labels mad cause they know they can't get me Cause I don't do threesomes, you can't fuck with me Nappy Boy ooh wee that's the trademark And this year I just plan on pulling my face card Niggas constrating on keeping they face hard But I'm a fuck around and take away they face guard Until then I'm a keep delivering hits out And keep on playing stupid till niggas figure my shit out I can't speak on the bus but when the word finally get out I'll fill a swimming pool with the soda niggas a spit out [Talking: Birdman] Ya understand me, lots full of whips Bottles and bitches Ya understand me pocket full of money Ya understand me G4's and hoes nigga this how we living Out on the grind all day every muthafuckin day We hang out the helicopter doin fly-by's niggas Ya understand me over the pacific Ya understand me big money see we don't stop Bang let's get it baby YMCMB all muthafucking day [Verse 3: T-Pain] Last but not least I'm too cold to have hot rhymes Jamaican bitches in my room doing the hot wine Winning at all cost Even if my niggas hit your Beenie Man with this Lady Sawed off Ha ha, feel the rhythm of the beat bitch Nappy Boy, the new Miami Heat bitch Young Frizzle, he done turned on the heat switch Walk up out of the mansion right up on to the beach, beeatch Ye ain't never seen another Pain 32 cars you niggas stay in the other lane Steve Jobs on these broke niggas Take a good hard look at the motherfuckin boat, nigga! Shit, the rap game being burglarized Check my certificate you can see that I'm certified So they won't see it coming when the track hit em And then I dipped twice, baptism [Talking: Birdman] Nigga that's what's happening Moula crazy Yeah, blah, blah From Letras Mania