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Featuring Rocko (Verse) Cuz I style shawty Yo bitch wanna fuck with me, I don’t doubt it Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded Got a mean watch on me, cost a coo and 40 I’m the center of attention, watch these hoes starin round me I took a picture with yo bitch, I don’t know why you allowed it We check the strong pack in, yea my kush is the loudest And my name ring a bell, different counties and counties They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found me? I blow so much purp that I can’t stay grounded 6’s on scray 8 G, yea it’s morning A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded (Hook) 200 cash, that’s on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes I’m hustling hard baby, gotta get doe 200 cash, that’s on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes I’m hustling hard bitch, I gotta get doe Letras de canciones(Verse) I’m hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe And Coca Cola sellin soda, wippin it in the poe I’m flippin I’m flippin I’m flippin I’m flippin, no shit like I’mma come on I’m second, I’m freezing, I’m flippin that Cola, you niggas be sellin yo soul This here shit is getting crazy, niggas I’ll get you pulled If niggas will tell me they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes I’m going my loop with steel toed boots, so nigga can’t step on my toes I’m packin my pussy and smoking these swishas, I’m bout to lose control I’m workin that show like I’m flippin the dope, my pockets are super swole Ride through the trap and I got that scrub, don’t know who’s from the 4 You niggas will blow yo head, I’ll pour a ounce of blow Cuz since you ran off with a brick they don’t watch he stick blow up yo nose (Hook) 200 cash, that’s on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes I’m hustling hard baby, gotta get doe 200 cash, that’s on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes I’m hustling hard bitch, I gotta get doe (Verse) Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin Bitch strict niggas in yo area, we ain’t goin for it, we get ya F’in, Glock carrier, we gon bury ya All the bitches histerical, they know how I kick it Said watchin ass nigga, you ain’t gonna spend it why the fuck you here? Poor hustling ass nigga, 100 bands in my air On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear Born champeen, gladiator, conquered all my fields Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year I’m with Gucci that my brother from another mother Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap ho, we so gutta (Hook) 200 cash, that’s on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes I’m hustling hard baby, gotta get doe 200 cash, that’s on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes I’m hustling hard bitch, I gotta get doe From Letras Mania