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Hoppa in the lab D Major, baby Yeah Ayy, 40, what they doin'? Ayy, ayy Go get that money, but don't let it change you I take them Percocets until I can't move The only time they see us on the TV is the news My niggas rather post up on the block than go to school I'm thinkin' 'bout my brother, he in the penitentiary Presidential Rollie on my wrist, I feel like Hillary I can't fuck with him 'cause he got pussy nigga tendencies I got a hundred rounds in this Drake for all my enemies I'm thinkin' about the struggle, its fuckin' with my enеrgy I'm ballin' with my brothers, I'm richer than my enеmies Rolex don't tick, nigga If I want a bomb, I make it Swear hoes in Tampa, nigga, treat me like I'm Tom Brady (Tom Brady) Don't know why I bought you Cubans I know when I lose it I can see you fakin' your moves I take that cash and I bury it Money is the scariest I don't care as long as it grew, ayy Letras de canciones I ain't [1:12][?] Same time I went in, I'm losin' my [?] I just need money, I don't need no friends, ayy Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I'm [gonna?] win, ayy (Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I'm [gonna?] win, ayy) (Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I'm [gonna?] win, ayy) D Major, baby Ayy Back up on that bullshit, I'm on it, ayy Them drugs got me movin' like a zombie (Ayy, boy, what that doin'?) Put some cash on his head like he an Onyx Chase that money, that's the only time I'm runnin' Fuck them niggas genuinely Bitch, it ain't no fearin' me Niggas run they mouth like Charlemagne, that DJ envy me My lil' bitch keep blowin' up my phone, say she missin' me Merry Christmas, bitch, I sent them shooters through your chimney, ayy I am fuck with none of these niggas I got drugs in my system, all my brothers in the system, uh My chopper got a crush on hum, I let them bullets kiss him And, I'm givin' you my pain on this fuckin' instrumental We probably never talk again, she seen me with her friend, ayy Gave that boy so many shots, I shoulda been a CNA Real nigga I stay, even if the rent ain't paid For all these Jacksons, and my shooter on a rampage [?] like that bitch you tell her right things Yellow diamonds in her AP, I ain't talkin' Vikings And, it ain't take nothin' but a drop to turn my Sprite pink And, the streets can't wait till I drop, this shit like Visine Fuck them rappers stealin' my flow, they nothin' like me My grandad was a hustler so that money just in my genes I hate packin' my luggage, so I shop when I be landing I went and bought drugs for everyone that had a [?] And, I bought banana clips, my crew full of [pansies?] I ain't got no legs, these pussy niggas, they can't stand me She a real bitch, she hide them Perkies in her panties Backend Problem Child, we need a hood [granny?] From Letras Mania