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Yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, uh I said, shake it for—, uh You, me and my— Yeah, you my, he my— Yeah, ride for— Shoutout to my— You, my, me and my family, God too God too, yeah, shoutout to my— Prada the shoes, I paid my dues, I made the rules, uh I milli' the check, I prayed to God, I kept my cool Yeah, uh, made the sound, I'm shiftin' the culture, I'm addin' my twos Yeah, like, how can I lose? These niggas can't do what I do Yeah, shoutout to the— Shoutout to my—, yeah Got money in the safe, yeah, mama, we good for life Yeah, play in more spaces, stretch the legs and walk for miles Yeah, put my granny in a Wraith, uh, she don't even know what it is Put my mama in a R8, to her, I'm still a lil' kid Shoutout to my, huh Shoutout to my family, yeah Yeah, shoutout to my— Yeah, they said I been ready, damn, I always think I'm petty She just want the fetti, ain't nothing upsettin' Letras de cancionesSpark up and forget it, shoutout to the trenches Hope this raise their spirit Haters, not affectin' Told 'em it was written Shoutout to my—, yeah Shoutout to my—, yeah Shoutout to my— Shoutout to my— Yeah, they said I been ready, damn, I always think I'm petty She just want the fetti, ain't nothing upsettin' Spark up and forget it, shoutout to the trenches Hope this raise their spirit Haters, not affectin' Told 'em it was written From Letras Mania