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Yeah Nah Okay What? Hey What? Hey (yeah) Hey (yeah) Hey Hey Hey, you know me bitch nigga, I'm all of that Hit your broad with a big dick, didn't call her back Relax little cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? U-turn, ran the red, no cardiac Get your hand out of my pocket, what with all of that? Tell the sheriff, he can get these fuckin' charges back A little money, still gotta thank God for that Regardless, Big Bank can't fold it up Ain't another nigga flowin', who as cold as bro Quarter mil' for the show, really though what's up Louis duffel bag, say "load it up" Get into the hotel, better know what's up Leave them niggas out there, get to hold it up We ain't never had a problem gettin' hoes to fuck Letras de cancionesSuck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up I let this nut get all over her Another thick bitch kissin' all over her Bust the pussy wide open, can't close it up Make her bounce that shit, when you found that bitch She was laid on the ground, panties down, six chicks With a trap bag of money, tryin' to count that shit Never will find me around that bitch Unless she got them lips wrapped that dick (cheah) Other niggas wanna make love, fuck that I bing, bang, pound, beat down that clit Sick wit' it like E-40 and them Fill up every hoe jaw, just saw with him This K-I-N-G a-k-a Big Bank a-k-a Shorty Pimp Aye, a-k-a Shorty Pimp Big Bank a-k-a Shorty Pimp [Chorus] I get money (yeah) I can't help it (nah) You can't stop it (can you?) You gotta accept it (what?) You can't knock it (what?) You gotta respect it (hey) This is who I am nigga (hey) I can't help it (hey, hey) I can't help it (hey) In the ghetto in a drop Rolls-Royce They say keep it one hundred, I ain't got no choice (I can't help it) Yeah, I always Big Bank, I'm so trill and you ain't Cut it down, bitch I can't (I can't help it) Hey, see how I do it, I'm so hood Cut it off, go Hollywood, Bitch I would if I could (I can't help it) The city wouldn't be shit without me Fifteen million dollar houses, Still can't get this trap up out me (I can't help it) I'm a hustler all the way down to the bone Terrorist, every day rhyme with that bomb Stay on a date from the night to the morn' Ain't gonna serve you nothin' under a song No fuckin' favors, don't ask for no loan Shop with ya dogs, if ya tryin' to get on Come in my spot, don't be callin' my phone Everything tryin to stop, leave me alone Grindin' for days, I haven't been home Dope on the lawn, until it's all gone Mainly strong or whatever you want Gotta get right, give a fuck if it's wrong Shots of Patron, whole other zone Eight hundreds on but ya know what I'm on Yo' bitch wanna fuck, now that she know that I'm on Oh motherfucker, I just wanna bone Peel me nigga, I got that tone Need no help, I can hum on my own I Terror your Squad but I ain't from the Bronx One in the back, still play with that drum Except no I don't, put it right in your home No radio play, every song that I'm on In case you ain't know, I'm Rocko The Don Zone four Hamilton, low on fun Gucci my hat, Gucci my drawers G's on my ass, G's cover my balls Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt Gucci book bag, where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top of my shirt Gucci boots on when I trap in the dirt G's around me everywhere I go G-code, G-code, that's all I know [Chorus] In the ghetto in a drop Rolls-Royce They say keep it one hundred, I ain't got no choice (I can't help it) Always Big Bank, I'm so trill and you ain't Cut it down, bitch I can't (I can't help it) See how I do it, I'm so hood Cut it off, go Hollywood, Bitch I would if I could (I can't help it) The city wouldn't be shit without me Fifteen million dollar houses, Still can't get this trap up out me (I can't help it) From Letras Mania