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I know you ain’t never met a nigga like me And you probly never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen They don’t hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bag Get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin’) I know (and they may watin’) For me to fall off That will be never dog From the bottom to the top I came a long way Used to sip on quarter juices, now it’s Rosay Now that marrow sittin’ wider if you Colgate Baby momma trick me, she do shit the wrong way Fuck at them and all your fifty for the court case Whatcha know ‘bout makin’ money at a fast pace? Yea I know the feds scared of watching niggas My younguns play with guns like some matching figures Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper Only breaking bread with the realest niggas Wake up in the morning, greet a bad bitch Fuck ‘er once and then I’m focused where the cash is Facing out my Gucci’s, had to grab ten I gotta stay safe, bring the Mach 10 And I know they want me dead and gone Letras de cancionesParanoid, I keep that pistol in my carry arm I know you ain’t never met a nigga like me And you probly never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen They don’t hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bag Get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin’) I know (and they may watin’) For me to fall off That will be never dog They told me ‘where you getting money?’, boy them niggas hate Stacking paper, 23, I’m thinking real estate On the ship on wide I’m driving, we don’t renovate Get money, my niggas, stock in the real estate Call me by my government when I be at the bank Talking figures, nigga half a million Ben Franks Heard them niggas counting mad at some bitch place Long as my pistol on me I go to your bitch place Think I really give a fuck ‘bout all you pussy niggas Counting money, screaming ‘Fuck! I love you pussy niggas’ I swear I’m ballin’ to my last breath Brand new prezie on me, call that fucker sun death I tell my bitch to keep on sucking till there’s nothing left That shit girl, I just made her admit to grand theft Yea, and I know they want me dead and gone Paranoid, I keep that chopper in my carry arm I know you ain’t never met a nigga like me And you probly never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen They don’t hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bag Get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin’) I know (and they may watin’) For me to fall off That will be never dog I know (they hatin’) I know (and they may watin’) For me to fall off That will be never dog From Letras Mania