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You wanna ride with enemy? That day don't stop I am all time a bad man, I was God damn Mama she told me go get it, I stash 'em 'up in this heavy for nothing on I rid up a dirty now make me million, promise get with it More money, more problems More money, more problems I'm walking around with a PD Versace like balling my money More money, more probl' More money, more probl' Talk about what a 'will stacking like me More money, more probl' More money, more probl' See won't leave me alone For, for let me put my city on Never been a goom got this all on Ride through the city with a ' Neighbor start with my dope boy Use to keep a ball, cold boy Sleigh in a all wide, old school Get a little cleaning in this all bar Really famous now mix well Try to intimidate my mix will, great so need it hard with a vaca Fine to go to caley and then inhale To mons on my pass out, Reagy never put the cash out Jack boy waiting and he couldn't lie Hit it quick and make a mess out Letras de cancionesBalling out, heard it jealous and be great to key Never go several ain't it manner to that kid Boy fly so they put several on the kid I remember when my dad wrote a letter to that kid Jilla man you a king and you better not forget it Try to stay in top like a bandellar When I go to Heaven I'mma thank galla Young nigga wanna ride with enemy Bad day don't stop I have no time to be a bad man I was up the ' Mama she told me go get it, I stashed ' 'see I run out a diggy I made me a million rose and get with it More money, more problems More money, more problems I'm walking around with a PD Versace like balling my money More money, more probl' More money, more probl' Talk about what a 'will stacking like me More money, more probl' More money, more probl' Start it with pussy, go pill I will make a parel that's my good feel Girl twice for the bare life 'say she forgot how 'feel Swag on teen I was born in it Dark in the 'in it Late night cooking on ' Told proud for a hundred in it Trouble hundred blow in a blurred noise Gotta a bluff in my 'bad for my boy Running like a full turning feel in my tugging fold Get money much more, we don't let the duggy I'm on my drake it ain't no G thang Came to with it She know what it is, she wanna hang how G hang Sure do, Sure ya all never in this and realize Ya bitch try to be shine like a ..but she's a little lost Bad day don't stop I have no time to be a bad man I was up the ' Mama she told me go get it, I stashed ' 'see I run out a diggy I made me a million rose and get with it More money, more problems More money, more problems I'm walking around with a PD Versace like balling my money More money, more probl' More money, more probl' Talk about what a 'will stacking like me More money, more probl' More money, more probl' From Letras Mania