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Yeah Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag My dawg just dropped this shit off, said today was a good day in the trap You know what I'm sayin'? (COUPE) We fly high That's no lie Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin' Gotta get the money and you know ain't no stallin' Know I'm in the trap, I'm a real trap-a-holic I'ma get this money, yeah, whatever you call it And I got shooters, they poppin' Get a nigga money, know them niggas feelin' cocky I'm a big dog so you know I'm extra cocky Too much money on me, baby, know my pockets sloppy I don't listen to no stop sign, who the fuck gon' stop me You know how rock, you know how we rockin' Paradise East got that bitch poppin' 4L Gang the only gang that I'm in You know that's my dog, that's my dog, that's my twin Time for the smoke, pull up nigga, I'm hoppin' in Same shit been goin' on ever since we were kids Shit so rock-solid, hope my niggas don't forget Ever since I got that money niggas changed on me Not my same homies Letras de cancionesI'm out here feelin' lonely Think these niggas my homies? Then why they hatin' on me? Damn, man I see it, I know he didn't really want me So I have it on me Keep it on me Stay on me Pockets stuffed so a nigga not lonely Money, that's my friend All I need is Benjamin when it come at the end Same niggas I growed up wit', man, these niggas switched on me Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you were my homie Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies Niggas pissed on me, I know they switched on me Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie Real shit, homie You're not my homie Better keep it on you when I see you, homie I cannot believe what they think of me This shit sound crazy what they say 'bout me This shit ain't safe for these niggas to me You know you switched two sides, know you got to die I don't wanna see your mama cry, but I lied Know I let them bullets straight fly Blowin' up your block, soundin' like 4th of July My new years resolution- make sure that you niggas die Look at money fly Fallin' out the sky Bullets rainin' on your block for a whole hour Taste like some old food, yeah, this shit sour I send you nothin' but flowers No crown, that's no coward Put me dead in a hour Send them threats, know I send 'em back Shooters comin' for that money, know they got to kill a man Out for that money, he don't want nothin' but these rubber bands Told him he gotta spin him wit' that Draco, nigga do it fast Do that fast, do him bad Same niggas I growed up wit', man, these niggas switched on me Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you were my homie Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies Niggas pissed on me, I know they switched on me Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie Real shit, homie You're not my homie Better keep it on you when I see you, homie From Letras Mania