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Uh... Somebody tell them niggas that I'm legendary We gon' check 'em first, like the secretary Leap the competition Twenty-ninth of February This double M is all I need I think I'm Meth & Mary Bouncin' I peel off like a dead nigga' Shooter do it himself Boy he Blair Witchin' Blood spillin' over beef I'm a rare nigga And we don't run from nothin' 'less the feds with ya' How you want it? This that '96 Pac Never met a nah notha nigga this hot Pen game dope, scribble 'til my wrist lock Niggas ballin' thinkin' shit is sweet Chris Bosh Boy, bouncin' You gotta catch those lines Tell a broke nigga Hold up that "depressed hoe" sign She want dick and I'ma nail it Letras de cancionesNot the press on kind Baby girl throw it back Like it's West Coast time And get it... Hot damn... It ain't 'bout the money Boy, the shit ain't in the plans Girl I got a bag on me Money dancin' And when you real nigga Everybody understand Hot damn nigga... I can make the money nigga... I can make the money nigga... With the top down Tell them other niggas They can't do what I can Food for the soul Real nigga' ingredient Never was a hater Nigga' that shit look too tedious (haha) Come through wavy and they gon' do you the greasiest Kids slide up on you Like pajamas with the feet in 'em Strong minded, she ain't messin' with no weak nigga My biggest fear is that you treatin' me like theeese niggas' Got a P.H.D., and she like the weed lit up Ass fat, she don't waste much Like a cheap nigga' Bouncin' My outfit scream murderer (whoo) Yeah I'm showing out, roll the curtains up Baby blue Jordan 9 Think I should hit Gerber up Going harder than Laura lettin' Urkle fuck I thought I told you that it's all about the moola Know I keep that thing Like when Lauryn dropped Doo Wop Tell them niggas' cool out 'Fore they hear that booyah Party animal It's like when Meech brought the zoo out Bouncin' Hot damn... It ain't 'bout the money Boy, the shit ain't in the plans Girl I got a bag on me Money dancin' And when you real nigga Everybody understand Hot damn nigga... I can make the money nigga... I can make the money nigga... With the top down Tell them other niggas They can't do what I can Hot damn... It ain't 'bout the money Boy, the shit ain't in the plans Girl I got a bag on me Money dancin' And when you real nigga Everybody understand Hot damn nigga... I can make the money nigga... I can make the money nigga... With the top down Tell them other niggas They can't do what I can From Letras Mania