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(Cannon, cannon) They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (On my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back) Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (Yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno) Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask your ho) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (Let's go) Damn, bald head, Pac shit Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (Damn) I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (Fork, nigga) Yeah, play that Pyrex like a sport, nigga The highway hot, nigga, no shade (Shade) Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (Ayy) Damn, that's fifty here, and fifty there Get it in the air, like money in the air That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch Clean it up with the same card we play spades with The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (Nah) Grown man shit, you can't play, kids You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn) Two co-defendants, you better not tell (Nah) Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell Letras de cancionesBreakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the brail (Ayy) Feds put the dogs on it, smell it like it's quail (Ooh) Blowin' money fast, yeah, I lived to tell the tale (Tale) They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (On my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back) Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (Yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno) Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask your ho) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (Let's go) This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming Five tickets of a whole lot of greens Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food I just put a quarter mil' in an old school Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (Old news) Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they old dude (Pay up) I don't gotta tell (Tell) Nigga, I'm in the lab (Kitchen) I want twenty for a half, forty for a slab (Bricks) And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (Ugh) And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (Yeah) Long story short, and the short story long (Story long) I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('Til they home) Eight-figure nigga, boy, I came up sellin' zones 2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (On chrome) Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back They tryna say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (Got it on my back) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno) Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask your ho) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (Let's go) They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (On my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back) Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (Yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (Yeah) They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (On my back) Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (Yeah) From Letras Mania