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Featuring Plies Prod. by The Renegades (Intro) Oh yea? That’s how you feel huh young niggas? You gon pull up in that motherfuckin Ford like that there 50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket with that bad bitch (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! (Verse: Ace Hood) Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie Bitch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love Letras de cancionesBig money nigga, quarter millie on the juice Ballin like a bitch, I made the ESPN news Home boy, you can never play me for a fool Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that’s who keep the tool I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall ass Bet your money she gon fuck me for that brown bag I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - nigga you trippin That P Siroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! (Verse: Plies) I was in the trap, crack or kick the do’ I was in the room, I was beatin a ho Crack a ice mean nigga where the snow Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow? Dead croopers, I’mma buy 100 Chevy And gave em all away to all the young niggas Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened? Asked me did I fuck his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember Now did she suck me? That’s a strong possibility Hit him with the 9, he got his shit down 10 racks kush and I say your chain man (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! (Verse: Ace Hood) Okay now fat black ‘Maro, bitches call me Bruce Wayne Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade Once them niggas pussy lucky, I don’t call names Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s I be wailin on you niggas, stylin on you niggas Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera Get it! (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! From Letras Mania