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Christo Man, almost that shit I said, don't let me do that shit again Trap Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me It's 'bout money, nigga, say less Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks, I pay less My hoes got access, I'm from those spots, where's bro action Break work infractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' Listen, I get it details, got pills, no D12 I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail, got coke on presale Wait seen the plug at, I stretch the female, then sell for retail A nigga really got them truckloads, ain't got no CLs But got a CLS, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right) But Hell no, I ain't impressed I just like the baguettes, I just like the Ralex I just like to upset all these niggas that's hatin' Drive by on their set I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis Ain't with the coward shit, I got the Fowlers, bitch I get a flower, shit I'm havin' power trips, I'm up like towers, bitch My drip need towels for this I put in miles for this, the beat got cows for this That's all from [?] shit, on bad money niggas Letras de cancionesI guess they counterfeit, listen I keep that mask on me nigga, that's my counterfeit Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challengers, that's my analysis Hold up, I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray And I asked 'em where Ash lay, y'all ain't call s Now she sendin' sad face, gettin' money the fast way Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga Yeah, alright Gimme all that cash, nigga, hurry up and buy Put it in the bags, bricks falln' out the sky I can make that money fly, that's a bird Cock a nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur (Uh, ah, shit, yeah) Gimme all that cash, nigga, hurry up and buy Put it in the bag, this shit falln' out the sky I can make that money fly, that's a bird Cock a nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur Okay, comin' for the cheddar 'til I'm dead or I get a war wound Weather the storm, get an umbrella 'cause it's rainin' Pussy cats and dog food, and the catch is comin' for y'all foods Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2 School of you niggas, the one, two, plus you is Three Stooges Word to my mucus, I spill juices 'Bout to cop a noose 'cause I'm already strange fruit, and If my diamonds is twinklin' then they think I ain't dangerous Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang, bangin' that thing, thing 'Til my wrist sprained, maintain, ring janglin', janglin' When I swing the thing she like "Danke schön" Pen pad pen all the pain, rap game daddy-daughter day And the real niggas all goin' away 'til I came in with the party favors All the flavors, modern day, super gamma with the ultra rays New Atlanta for you monkey niggas, got two banana clips, fuck a fade Don't tempt me, gassed up But I run empty with the five wired and the .45 on three wires, man Yeah, alright Gimme all that cash, nigga, hurry up and buy Put it in the bags, bricks falln' out the sky I can make that money fly, that's a bird Cock a nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur From Letras Mania