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Featuring Kris Kasanova Prod by Justin Rose (Intro) Ridin through the city like I’m movin weight Like it’s 88, real niggas – they relate Yo fix yo face boy Uh! (Verse) These niggas ain’t shit and these hoes ain’t neither You lyin to the people like a motherfuckin preacher Everybody know that I’m buzzin like a beeper Hot 9-7 had me jumpin out of yall speakers Time is money, boy I see ya when I see ya I charge by the hand like a damn palm reader I’m stuntin like a pimp, you can call me Golie 24K, I be ballin like I’m Kobe Everybody talk shit til yo sound come like McPhony If you lookin for me I be on the block like a goalie Couple youngins on me and they want you to trip So it’s off with yo head if they come off with a hip, It’s that real, I’m one of the mill, you one of the mill You standin next to greatness, Playboy how it feel? Hand up a skirt of the hand on the wheel Won’t stop until I get 100 mill, what’s the deal hah? Letras de canciones (Hook x2) Ridin through the city like it’s 88 Like we movin weight, real niggas they relate Yo fix yo face boy We bout to get this cake boy (Verse) The gold watch make a ho flock I be in them back blocks, lookin out for matlock I got the city on padlock, the world is mine In my Calvin Klein’s, feelin like Calvin Klein Ho what a feeling, money to the ceiling The illest from my hood, nigga stick, I’m drug dealin I need that money rapido, they vomit when I approach This dope in every quote, when I spit they overdose Ill – check the pocket, it’s filled with big bills Small faces take care of them small cases, no appeal Suicidal, diamond slits in a wrists It ain’t a thing, I snap my fingers then it’s off with yo bitch, don’t trip They hatin on me every chance they get Wutchu mad lil nigga? You ain’t under the pit? You a yokie, I’m a pit, man we just don’t mix You fuck around and you gon get fixed, ah! (Hook x2) Ridin through the city like it’s 88 Like we movin weight, real niggas they relate Yo fix yo face boy We bout to get this cake boy From Letras Mania