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Aye, aye, aye, aye Bang Bang Bang! Doh, doh doh doh Skert, skert, skert (DP on the beat) Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my... I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets That's your box of bullets Shoot 'em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my beamer I'm a fool Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Did I fool ya? Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya Letras de cancionesFool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter It go faster than a Harley Someone please pass me the damn Molly Even though I don't smoke with nobody I don't need no bodyguard I got my body Got my Tommy Shoot this shit right up at your tummy Now you're looking like a zombie Trying to get help but you couldn't find it My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli 'Member when I used to eat ravioli? Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony Anything she want, you know I'm on it That money I be on it I ain't got no business sitting on it I just got some business with getting money You ain't talking money, that shit phony I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets That's your box of bullets Shoot 'em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my beamer I'm a fool Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Did I fool ya? So we're coolin' in my mansion Holding your bitch for randsom How much you got to get her back fam She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty Boy I heard your belt Versace I got 50 times Versace in my pocket Money be my logic So you know I'm all about it From Letras Mania