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I just want what's mine You understand that, right? Cool, we shouldn't have no problems then Griselda Look, woo Rapped a year in Trues, stack and making moves My young niggas tossing caps like they just graduated school Look, you put a little in the stash and play it cool There's only one rule, the niggas with the cash make the rules You know us, bag full of grips and ammo Plugged in with immigrants who sell bricks and sandals It's a difference from risk and gambles I do this for the 5 foot chandelier over the big piano Shooters all in red, they do it all for bread Brought me back, your hat, they said they blew it off your head Cuffed to a killer, green uniform and dreads Only way to get free now is chewing off your leg I sat with the kings, and ate with the peasants 5'9, slept in a cell 8 by 11 It's not one thing 'bout my name you can question It ain't really much you can say 'bout a legend Think about it, 18, by that age I'm a felon My name in the paper "Crime Wave" was the headings They ain't give us leverage We got sports, entertainment, and stretching Letras de cancionesI'm just workin' on my aim with this weapon What you tryna cop? You can buy it here We got a spot, so the dope fiends can try it here Uh, Versace shirt with the lion head It's my brick, so when the pie split, I get the lion's share Uh, I turned a half into one (Into one, one) Then heard the money counter run (I heard the money counter run) Uh, ashes falling off the blunt (Off the blunt) While the money counter run (While the money counter run) Yeah, we just wanna have fun (We having fun) And hear the money counter run (I heard the money counter run) Yeah, I'm in the middle of the slums (I'm in the hood) Letting the money counter run (Letting the money counter run) Yo, they say I'm guilty by association Niggas got open cases and coke for acres New York Giants, Oakland Raiders Niggas unload the banger, empty in broad day, to show they faces Pictures of Black Jesus hanging on the wall Do not disturb sign hanging on the door You ain't ever buy a gun and shave the numbers off And had the strip so hot, made you take the summer off When I pull up, I'm only with hoes and shooters Play cloth fit, Versaces with the gold medusa The speculation beneath me, ain't no assuming My reputation proceeds me, I owed them rumors Gold bottle of Ace, and a half of sour Flew her here just to fuck me for a half an hour Fuck school, I couldn't sit up in that class for hours Needed cash in the spot where I could stash the powder Left the 9, took the 40 'cause the blast was louder I heard your shit ghost-writ' that take the passion out it Only bitches with ass allowed in, you can ask about us The watch face got glass around it, uh Bad Spanish broad named KK Stars in the roof that's the Wraith way Used to sell a G-pack before a day break Don't ever fuck around with us, that's the safe way Uh, I turned a half into one (Into one, one) Then heard the money counter run (I heard the money counter run) Uh, ashes falling off the blunt (Off the blunt) While the money counter run (While the money counter run) Yeah, we just wanna have fun (We having fun) And hear the money counter run (I heard the money counter run) Yeah, I'm in the middle of the slums (I'm in the hood) Letting the money counter run (Letting the money counter run) From Letras Mania