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Good one Richard Yeah, Ricky, let it rip That's like 50 thousand on my neck right there Ricky P engineered too That's the combo Everybody don't get the combo, haha Some niggas just get the sandwich Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 24hrs Yeah, yeah, ooh Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives Me and all my guys Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah Yeah, your SIs lookin' pitiful, woah Learn the game, don't let the game learn you The money counter, it can count it fast Bigger crib with a better view High ceilings, I'm just watchin' True (Hoo) Take my time, but just know I'm comin', yeah Overtime, the money kept me runnin' Maneuver through the weather, duckin', dodgin' all the static Ten years, know that I've been at it, me and Ricky automatic, yeah Got the crib with the pool in it Pittsburgh, nigga, coolin' shit Letras de cancionesRicky hit my phone, told him gon' and drop the addy I'ma pull up with my baddie, yeah Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives Me and all my guys Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah Yeah, your SIs lookin' pitiful Uh, we want it all, we want the home run Man, I seen it, then I got it, had to own one Now I'm shinin', guess it's perfect timin' We left from Burbank, but we landin' on an island You wanna show off, I can tell when you be stylin' We sip the Henny, I can tell when you start wildin' Recorder on, hit her with my pointers on Recorder on, hit her with my pointers on Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives Me and all my guys Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah Yeah, your SIs lookin' pitiful From Letras Mania