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(Droop-E, you go crazy) I put myself on like a sock I'ma stay Black like a spot I'd never switch like a botch I'd never turn like a clock Everybody on my team had a beam Selling cold stones, vanilla ice cream My yaper back and forth like a swing Had a choice, be a hustler or a fiend Sucker shit, I won't tolerate No matter what you do for niggas, if they fail, they gon' hate Ain't got no spine, ain't got no vertebrae Niggas say we related, but it's funny, I can't relate Do it movin', I gotta skate I used to stay stuck to the turf like somе tape Stack fat, can't tuck it Financial institution, I'm the Bay Warren Buffеtt What are you? (I'm the Bay Warren Buffett) What about the real ones? (All the real niggas love it) Okay, what are you? (I'm the Bay Warren Buffett) What about your budget? (No more ballin' on a smudget) The who? (The Bay Warren Buffett) The who? (The Bay Warren Buffett) Bitch Letras de canciones Sick Wid It Records on my arm and it's tatted Gettin' money is a hobby, better yet, it's a habit If you feel froggish, leap, nigga, make like a rabbit Money just be comin' to me like I'm a magnet Seeded and breeded up out the soil like a planter I ain't synthetic, I work me, and I ain't bammer Po-po wanna catch me sellin' sniff on the camera Too legit to quit, they can't touch this like MC Hammer I came with a squat, I could've left with a few OG in the game, but I sound brand new When I say I'm lacing you up, that mean I'm tying your shoe I'm tryna teach you how to get some revenue I might slide through on an elephant Hella years later, still relevant Gotta be street smart, hood intelligent Sippin' wine, pinky up, ghetto elegance, bitch What are you? (I'm the Bay Warren Buffett) What about the real ones? (All the real niggas love it) Okay, what are you? (I'm the Bay Warren Buffett) What about your budget? (No more ballin' on a smudget) The who? (The Bay Warren Buffett) The who? (The Bay Warren Buffett) Bitch From Letras Mania