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These niggas must not be cooking no cokeThey ain't cooking they just frontin' you heardThese bitches must be used to being brokeHand on the bible I'mma man of my wordWell I got yayo for sale, I got kush to smokeI ain't sittin' on shit, I'mma push the dopeMoney, hoes and clothes, I'm talking bout the good lifeSo now you know what drug money look likeMiracle whip it, spreadin' the coke over the breadKeep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the headI let my white girl sniff it, it made her open up her legsMy nigga Rudolph snowed it until it's nose turned redA damn shame, I'm the reason you can't find your veinIf your daddy stealin' out your momma's purse, I'm to blameTryna get that i8 but I gotta find the nameI ain't got no credit, I just got cocaineI mean these niggas was like he's paying car notesYour wrist don't twist, that's the reason you are brokeYou playin' with the powder, you niggas is all jokesC'mon dog you never gonna meet CarlosI'm plug for real, I'm tryna feed ya'll coastI don't believe your pictures nigga or read ya'll postYour body language telling me you're brokeAnd plus Obama bout to goI got my momma weighing up the dopeLetras de cancionesThese niggas must not be cooking no cokeThey ain't cooking they just frontin' you heardThese bitches must be used to being brokeHand on the bible I'mma man of my wordWell I got yayo for sale, I got kush to smokeI ain't sittin' on shit, I'mma push the dopeMoney, hoes and clothes, I'm talking bout the good lifeSo now you know what drug money look likeNiggas know what drug money look likeAll my jewels shine, nigga I don't need good lightAll my bitches bad but my foreign a good typeS-Class bands but my Porsche had the hood likeThat nigga rich, that nigga getsMoney motherfucker, he started with selling bricksWell add a little extra, compress it to get the chipsBut he stay wise, still lays on his VicksThe boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't gritsMight use a microwave if I'm tryna do it quickTryna clock the yay and the fork, that's water whippedAnd sit in on the paps, dry it, I lose a pinchBut what the fuck is the point when you're dealing with joints boyWhole birds, covert with us, so no choiceChillin' in the jail, rappin' to my brazilI done chill ? So people won't tellThese niggas must not be cooking no cokeThey ain't cooking they just frontin' you heardThese bitches must be used to being brokeHand on the bible I'mma man of my wordWell I got yayo for sale, I got kush to smokeI ain't sittin' on shit, I'mma push the dopeMoney, hoes and clothes, I'm talking bout the good lifeSo now you know what drug money look likeWhen I say I'm back for spot, I'm in the number one slot bitchLights and the Cubans that will fuck up your opticsI'm raw like sushi, eat the pussy, you chop stickNiggas go wood, honey, I'm home in the hoodThere's no need to test, this pure cop go get it goneF&N in the palm, extendo in the jawYou say you bout that bullshit, well come and get what you wantYou niggas lookin' malnutritioned100 Knots in the yacht, skate across the PacificSposed to be out the loop, funny how I don't miss shitIt's all addin' up, these niggas here on some sucker shitThe type niggas when money come I ain't fuckin' withNow let's play, let's make a dealI'll show up with the money and tell you who to killNow you say you get busy for realPut niggas in the church, I pay you with the workThese niggas must not be cooking no cokeThey ain't cooking they just frontin' you heardThese bitches must be used to being brokeHand on the bible I'mma man of my wordWell I got yayo for sale, I got kush to smokeI ain't sittin' on shit, I'mma push the dopeMoney, hoes and clothes, I'm talking bout the good lifeSo now you know what drug money look like From Letras Mania