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It's 3am West Coast time nigga We at Fat Burger Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? She pussy poppin, pocket watchin', they call her a thot Bad credit, cash it out, fresh up off the lot No back and forth, yippin', yappin', niggas gettin' shot 10 million, 20 acres, that's the new spot Flooded out my crib and told my dealer you the illest Renegotiate my contract, told my label I ain'tt feel it Fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business Broke up with my bitch 'cause she was too much in her feelings I may fuck her friend, fuck it, I may fuck her friend Between me and you, I always wanted to fuck her friend If I kill a hater, Lord you gotta forgive my sins That's one fuck nigga you ain't gotta worry about again I'm forever thuggin', I ain't never changed In plain colors but forever bangin' Blowin' money but I'm maintainin' Blowin' money but I'm maintainin' I got a gamblin' problem but money can't really solve it Tryna help all the real niggas, hate to see a nigga starvin' Hate to see nigga robbin' they own people, shit, that's loyal Bitch tryna give me the pussy for a Birkin bag, I can't afford you I grew listenin' to 2pac and that Biggie, Jay-Z and that Nas Letras de cancionesNo gimmick rappers, these niggas had bars Back when record labels turnin' real niggas into stars Sendin' niggas to Mars, nowadays the game done got hard You get shot that make you hot But where I'm from that make you start Before I be a pussy, I'd rather rapper had the balls I throw me some guns, get myself a charge Never see me do that, I came too far to look back I did too much to get help, 20 mil in one year 100 grand in one night, 50k on one flight I've been trappin' my whole life Ain't no secret, I be thuggin', ain't no secret, I be hustlin' Pickin' loyalty over money, money orders to my homies Groupie bitches be all on me, leave your phones at the door You won't put me on no blog, once I fuck, you gotta go 3am ain't nothin' open but IHOP And a bitch legs, and my trap spot I said 3am, I'm trappin' at the IHOP And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot I'm a grower, we don't do droughts Birds in the sky, we call them iClouds You know the birds fly down south I took your bitch to eat at Mr. Chow's I met the plug at Benihanahs On hibachi grills, eatin' rice and talkin' numbers I don't do no middle men and I don't trust no runners I'ma pay on time and I won't never take you under I'm an OG dope boy I ain't nothin' like these youngins I don't take the dope I'm sellin' I won't ever do no tellin' Overnight my pack yeah, we call that FedEx I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talkin' UPS From Letras Mania