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Hands up [?], Cash Money, motherfucker (Drum Dummie, yeah, yeah) Yeah Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them birds in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (Hands up) And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly Nigga, you know we ’bout to get it on Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them M's in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (Hands up) And we ride and we ride and we high and we high Nigga, you know we ’bout to get it on, blatt They know them people in Durangos (Durangos) Pulled a lеft, start to stop a nigga game flow (Stop a game flow) Yeah, wе got them choppa with them same clothes (Same clothes) Pussy nigga poppin' up with the same flow (With the same flow) We got the choppa in the Range Rover (In the Range Rover) Four deep in a lamb' and a Range Rover (And a Range Rover) Yeah, we in a Benz wit' hundred stacks They know that we coming back (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We doing the flipping stacks (And we flipping stacks) Yeah, I got the Bentley with a mil' in it (With a mil' in it) Full dope, four doors and a mil' in it (With a mil' in it) Letras de cancionesYeah, we got some beef with some pussy niggas We know how we get it wit’ em (Pussy nigga) We know how we gon’ deal wit' em (How we gon’ deal wit' em) Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them birds in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (Hands up) And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them M’s in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (Hands up) And we ride and we ride and we high and we high Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on (And you know that I'ma get mine) Even if I got to slang iron Youngin' right here that's on side of me Sixteen, bangin' at the same time My nerves bad, went in my pack to ease my mind Niggas hatin' but ain't gettin' close to me I'ma fuck these hoes while I steady keep my wrist on shine Hundred for that Redeye Charger 'Nother hundred grand for my momma, fifty for my brother lawyer Fifty-five hundred for these sticks to keep the pussy niggas in order, come on, bang out Meech get a bitch from St. Bernard, drive way to Florida Then probably be back up in that North, talkin' one night later (My label) Ten million for my label, now sittin' on the table (Yeah, yeah) Youngin' played up where they trap at, ski'd up, tryna take 'em (Yeah, yeah) All my niggas who real, with them I'm gon' break paper (Break paper) Still no fuckin' over niggas fakin' Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them birds in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (Hands up) And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga Them M's in town, nigga You know we 'bout to get it on (Hands up) And we ride and we ride and we high and we high Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt (Yeah) Look I'm back up in this bitch And in this bitch, I got them sticks How many you went and copped? How many of 'em that I could get Look I got three Unc', and that's ninety shots Gon' clear the whole street, they talkin' millions, we can beef I'm screamin', "Fuck that, we can meet" He a cold-blooded motherfucker Never been no stranger, built for this gangster shit Down for some danger Cold lil' nigga, like, Uptown finger Trigger finger nigga like, "Who wan' bang out?" My cold lil' nigga like, "Who wan' bang us?" Talm' 'bout, "Uptown trigger finger, who want bang wit' us?" You know this pimpin', been had the drip nigga, ya' understand me? (Who wan' bang wit' us?) Big money talk boy, ain't no small talk 'round here (Like, who wan' bang wit' us?) Hold on Five, Mouseman, catch the cut Beezy, handle that, Big J, you know what it is Jubba G, let's get it Big money shit, anybody can get it Rich Gang, Blatt From Letras Mania