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When I ride by I want you to see what I see Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shit's very clear, ugh Pass me a joint, guarantee I'mma hit it Come to that life, I don't talk it, I live it I got a old school ass car you can sit in I got a crib that you probably can't get in I got a pound, we can grind it and twist it I been at work on the grind for a minute Smokin' that loud and still mindin' my business She fuck with me because I got the vision Countin' my benjis Puttin' it all in the bank but don't really mind if I spend it Can't take it? don't cross the line when you finish When you stay all on your grind you can get it When we be fuckin' I'm climbin' up in it She fuck with me because I got the vision Haters be talkin', don't mind 'em, don't listen Duckin' them shots, that's divine intervention I be so high, try me, come visit You make a choice, hope you like the decision Come to my crib, we can spark and get lifted Go off the smoke just like I'm a magician Ain't fuck with me? Then she prolly was trippin' Letras de cancionesLightin' 'em up just like the electricians Get to this money, get high my intentions Roll me one up that's as loud as the engine She fuck with me because I got the vision I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen When we together we stick to the mission Sparkin' that weed up without no permission She fuck with me because I got the vision I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen When we together we stick to the mission Rollin' that weed up without no permission Oh, oh, money come and money go And stay the same no Oh, oh, money come and money go And stay the same no From Letras Mania