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(Pooh, you a fool for this one) (You recordin' this, Mark?) Yeah Louis shades on, hat to the back Switch on the glizzy, pocket full of racks Miss my nigga Soda, we can't get him back So any nigga that you catch, I got thirty racks Fuck it, make it fifty We gon' turn up the whole city Pull up, hit the lights, park the car, go get busy Hop right out the bushes, pew-pew-pew, now you miss him Went got me a bag, came and put on all my niggas Now when bitches see us, they can't tell who the richest Made a million dollars, brought it right back to the trenches Shoot your whole fuckin' head off, you stick it in my business I ain't been in the hood since I been home, I'm on a mission I ain't been in the mood to hit the club or hit no bitches Catch us out of town, yeah, we got choppers on this Sprinter With a bag full of paper, thumbin' through it, me and Tizzle Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my niggas, yeah Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, bitch, I'm still the man Letras de cancionesTake a project bitch and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there Shorty, she got mad and fucked my nigga, I don't give a damn Came up with them niggas, now they hatin', I blame Instagram Hit her off a Perc' and then I spinned her, I'm a ceiling fan Told her, "Baby, I'ma call you back when I get a chance" Been gettin' money, bitch, I been advanced, huh Just sent my dog a kite, he still in the can, huh You can't fuck with me, nigga, get your bands up Shoot they ass down, make him pick his mans up Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my niggas, yeah Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, bitch, I'm still the man Take a project bitch and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there (Pooh, you a fool for this one) From Letras Mania