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[Nashawn:] Yo, I got request for the yayo, shooters on the payroll Pocket's full of Pecos, Nash he's the best like Watch dog, stay froze, clap friends and foes Your eyes, she close, they close, my dawgs stay close I'm gunning for a white rose, driving in a white Rove I'm liver then and hotter then, live on the white gold See I should go for President; them hoes will hit the pole You see me in that strip club; them hoes fall of the pole My whole team glittery, stunning in rose gold Them niggas looking shity and know we won't fold Nash, Nashawn was my mothafucking name, base Stay calm, here's two to your fucking face Money Machine, them hoes call me love place See I'm a hood nigga on mad drug space You wish you was like me without a damn case I leave dawgs unsolved without a damn trace You see that .44 long it's just a man fate It ain't no reason to show up to that man's wake Cash by the abundance, murder by the hundreds '99 niggas dunn got it, now who want it huh? This my year it feels like '95 That's when I realized the world was mine I'm doing fine, just a lil' more wine and dine And crack crab and fuck your hoes at the same time A lil' more lab, chopping more slabs Letras de cancionesNow I'm jumping in the Lincoln, no more calling cabs Nashbroham Lincoln, I got a quarter of stash That's a quarter of a million, y'all niggas can't add Yeah, it's the future, I'm the nicest Nashbroham Lincoln, Jungle George Washington Nasir Jones, Money Machine Records, the movement Let's get it, let's get it From Letras Mania