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(Intro) Nahh, you know what? (Verse) Sports coup spoiler Sippin' on a bottle of water Damn serious like the 4 quarter Niggas can't get the shit, it's on back order Holler at the waitin and some already spoiled em Bout to give away, the shits can’t bored of the money spendin High performance, exhaust systems Straight bossin, more than often Nigga I’m always getting it, straight jet livin I got all my cars, all my weed, all my women Badly in exotics at mafia style dinners Duck in pictures as we toast to getting richer It was all planned out for us to stand out The have nots have it all Without accepting handouts dawg Twisting the top of the plit jat Hide under (Verse) Niggas out they rabid ass mind Thinkin I ain’t gon try to get as much money as I could make this year You must be on some hardcore drugs Letras de cancionesI’m just flippin through magazines and rollin them raws up My red cup filtered with gin That’s my gang and they destined to win In the Stang and you better spin, give good brain You should let er in Leave your cigars, choice already roll I got Weed in the jar, told you that my life’s the shit And you gon love it In the morning I got a polaroid of it Wake up feeling way better than you ever did With the nigga that you was with And now you got the nigga all upset because of it Would call my phone but he know that I don’t play that Send some real niggas where he stay at Made it quite clear - take yo lips, put em right here From Letras Mania