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Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical Spades or the Opus, baby, what you got a feeling for? I can show you new things, have you feeling spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes - miracles Yeah, ok, they say that I'm the one, in fact Some say that I'm their favorite But I ain't hearing none of that I’m about my team, ho, Young Money running back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn Untouchable 40 with my AK Mastermind, big money heavy weight On the grind, flipping money in every way Headline, my bitch shine everyday Pearl white Don P, Marc Jacobs gloves Cartier Louis case with a dope plod Letras de cancionesFrom the mud where they what you leave in your blood Going in, flipping hundreds get the young plug Show ‘em where it go Floating on the floor, getting more dough Grind hard, go, black diamond show, watch the flame blow And how you stay grounded? Cash no go And how you stay mounded? Cash no flow And how you stay shining? Bentley off the floor And how you stay high? Purple pine dro Diamond minks, fur, February snow Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound From Letras Mania