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Yeah Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah Niggas'll kill you for what you believe in I bought a new.40 for no reason It's gettin' cold, so it's comin' to season He caught a body, he comin' through, cheesin' We ain't with none of the cryin' and grievin' You know that my shooters is dyin' to see them Niggas can't find him, he hidin', we seekin' He in the city, he dyin' this weekend I take a Percocet, it keep me calm None of them niggas is doin' me harm None of my bitches is doin' me wrong I keep a smile, I ain't losin' my charm I know the feds listen to this music So I never say what I do in these songs He send the addy, he pull up, we gone Up close, so I ain't shootin' from long (Baow) Dope, money, greed, nah, nah, nah, nah Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah Letras de canciones Ayy, duffel-bag for the money, what the business is? All across the world, servin' it from sin to sin I'ma make shit stretch, 'til the end of end On my knees every night, but I'ma sin again Shorty low, I can't say I don't know better Big stepper, 'til my toes start hurtin' Get him killed, then write him a murder letter Through subliminals in my verses Big chain on my neck, finna break my neck Need a brace for my neck, mmm-hmm Ho' brain with the best, I ain't feelin' her sex So her best friend next, mmm-hmm Call collects to charter jets Then Billboard charts happen next (We gone) Got the big flex on my ex Hold it over her head, 'til she meet her death Declined my calls and missed my text I know them hoes regret I'm numb on a ho', I ain't feelin' 'em He could be with the kid, we gon' kill 'em Get the drop, then you know I'm a sinner No tags on the whip, no rentals Ayy, hop out, let me see them feet work, nigga We ain't finna shoot out no window Dope, money, greed, nah, nah, nah, nah Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah Dope, money, greed, nah, nah, nah, nah Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah From Letras Mania