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(Intro) Yeah Talk to me, man Word up, man Park that thing over there, man Yeah, all that inside is marble, nigga Take me over there and give me three White Owls, nigga Word up, man Yeah Give me that shit, man Let’s go, nigga (Verse 1) Park the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners ‘Laxin’ with a army, gun team of meta Yinas And my blow like Floyd Landis The chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 grand Jumpin’ out of solid shit, rugby marathon This the raw paragon, smoke with Agallah Flow is designed for the Ghost But I don’t want if it’s not biting the head off Come see me slap a don Great, take me and the connect with the crimies Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90s I was king, call me Luther Lebron Make a dream team appear, courtside seats in them Karmas Letras de cancionesKnown for my get-down and fly wear It’s usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything, bong I’m an old Fila king with wings on C-card night suit, sharp A, gold-faced Milan (Hook) We gettin’ bread in the building Niggas getting’ money, quick to spread in the building Get lead in the building Bosses don’t bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the building, get fed in the wilderness We gettin’ bread in the building Niggas getting’ money, quick to spread in the building Get lead in the building Bosses don’t bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the building, get fed in the wilderness (Verse 2) Aye yo, full linen goose down to the Timbs The gems is coke boy money, lay in the 700 Benz Blowin’ cheeba, dumpin’ ashes The class of last year, that’ll throw your head through the glass .45 all diamonds in it, grimies did it Chinese killers’ll jump out and give it I will post in the New York Post Blueberry Ghost, use steady motion when I’m aimin’ my bitch We young niggas who die hard, fly, ride hard Soft-top, that means to push your head off I be famous but my bodyguard Spanglish It’s all miscellaneous, ain’t nobody tellin’, it ain’t a issue Fakes get cakes with bombs in it Coolin’ in the velvet room, pullin’ mad pussy, I’m born with it Yeah, boo, the texture is cashmere I’ll beat your man up, drop 500 and blow and smash gears (Hook) We gettin’ bread in the building Niggas getting’ money, quick to spread in the building Get lead in the building Bosses don’t bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the building, get fed in the wilderness We gettin’ bread in the building Niggas getting’ money, quick to spread in the building Get lead in the building Bosses don’t bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the building, get fed in the wilderness From Letras Mania