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I had a feeling niggas was gonna be with the shit, Cause it was drive me Nigga you take what you can get or you gonna sit there and just die Learned long time ago, get your money never mind the hoe Got 10 years invested in your bitch naked dick down her throat Catch me dirty and trappin up till something occurs And then it’s spike on my sneakers, red on the bottom of hers Nigga don’t do nothing but do this, that’s right nigga you clueless But that’s the only way a street nigga can get through this Meditating like a Buddhist, niggas cool but I’m the coolest Take this cup and I’ma screw this, tryina get money like I’m jewish Who is nigga think he is, just gonn fuck all of our hoes Put coke all in our city, then just jump up and go Nah, truth is I heard it all before, it ain’t too much that you can say That make me wanna stop it though But yeah, I told my partner push, a million dollar ain’t enough And they know dope out in the streets nigga ain’t it rough [Hook] Big gold chain on your neck and you just came just to flick We just came just to come up then go hang in the G Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough You got ice on your wrists and I got money on my mind That mean I’m tired of being broke and now you’re running out of time Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough Letras de cancionesLet me get that, drop it, this shit rough Talk to me baby, what is that pussy gonn do for me? I’ll buy you this bag, is you gonn shoot for me All this money coming, honestly this shit is spooky man Plus I ain’t bc’ing, my key is like I do usually Crackers ask me who I am, I tell em all just google me Back this Bentley up, excuse me, can you move for me? Left all my feelings at my mama’s house, came out like fuck y’all Erybody buying bricks, erybody butcher y’all Lil dude just a rapper blood, don’t let em niggas play you Ungrateful ass bitch, cause it’s the last time I say to you Keep tweeting all them lies like you really seeing them pies And cooking all that coke, you a broke nigga in disguise We laughing at you guys, and y’all Columbian ties If I told you what your bitch be doing, you would be surprised Hey budyy, keep pushing, a quarter key ain't enough And ain’t on dope in these streets, boy you see that is rough [Hook] Big gold chain on your neck and you just came just to flick We just came just to come up then go hang in the G Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough You got ice on your wrists and I got money on my mind That mean I’m tired of being broke and now you’re running out of time Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough. From Letras Mania