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[Hook] Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja Walked in the spot, smellin' like money Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding Pull up on my plug, beep beep, I'm back in traffic Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing Bitch's mouth dropped when she see the top dropping And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money Funny, swear that this shit ain't funny [Verse 1] I just get the money then I'm goin' out in public, stuntin' Shoulda never gave a young nigga money Fresh as fuck, lookin' like I'm goin' on a luncheon Now I got a belly of a beast, I be munchin' Beauty of the beast, diamonds dancin' With G-L-O-G-A-N-G, ridin' Asanti's But don't make my pistol sing like Ashanti I beat that mothafucka, Tina Turner Cops on us, nigga turned I'm runnin', I ain't gettin' searched Get away, I be first I'm in this shit til the dirt [Hook] Letras de canciones[Verse 2] Throw that money to me and I'ma catch it Gang banging throwin' sets, bitch Chain hangin' on my neck, bitch Wrist hurt, my watch be doin' damage I stay smokin' on that cat piss You still be smokin' on that cat shit Choppin' up this shit like I'm from Texas New car, I just got it I heard you be on that flex shit Put this pistol to your biceps bitch Bought a pound and smoked the ganja that quick In my car bitch, I'm Sosa so I like fast shit Walked up in the spot, smelled wet shit So I'm like, "Who the fuck is smokin' that shit?" Walked up out the spot with every damn bitch But I'm in a two-seater, all of 'em can't fit [Hook] From Letras Mania