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[feat. Paul Cain] [Fabolous:] It goes however I wanted to These bitches never say can't I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants Big house, couple rides Call that shit Neverland Ranch Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant You n-ggers beneath me Now go get fucking stomped son No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson If they make me go in I'm a go right away Mny fly ass can't be stopped no flight delay Gotta a crew of bad bitches Call em the nice girls Yo bitches look scary But she ain't no spice girl It's 9am when you clock, you're an office worker It's big Bens in my pocket I'm a rothsberger Coconut ciroc and pineapple, easy order Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her (Amber Rose?) Welcome to the funeral pay respect Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect wait a sec Let it breath... Letras de canciones Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha It's goes getting more money They come with more problems I used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin' man See you got 2 choices You can stay broke or grind Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine Gettin' more money, it comes with more problems Man used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin'man Got 2 choices You can stay broke or grind Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine [Paul Cain:] Always been a squeezer, I've been on the hollow niggas Alwyas been a leader no twitter, I don't follow niggas Fuck glass, drink Rose out the bottle nigga I promised to keep it 1000 you know my motto nigga Don't just talk it, be about it You talk it, but we about it We do it, you read about it Leave 'em don't speak about it We live it, you dream about it How could you even doubt it Couldn't get a quarter round here Unless we allowed it This is our city, our town, our turf We eatin' and y'all thirst Do shoot back, bomb first Get 'em gone first Let em fire, arms burst Regardless of size or status Stuff em in that long hearse I think I'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn Damn, nigga try and harm me Fuck what a hater think How could niggas try to rob me If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me Wherever I'm at, I'm smoking some Bob Marley 7 star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby Riding in the goose, riding to the Goose Believe the great deal with stress I've been through the most Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach Fly private if it ain't first class, I'm through with coach Street fam for life, this we all owe the los Whole gang bottles in the air I propose a toast We dun seen the World Partied with emirates We all come from nothing, always remember that So you should be thankful everytimeyou spend a stack For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners ate All the cars, audemars with the different straps But always strive for more, never be content with that No beginner rap, no number 1 contender jack Arnold Swarzenegger returns, Decembers back From Letras Mania