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Look, all of my niggas 'bout business All of my niggas 'bout business The Maybach windows ain't tinted I want you to see who up in it I want you to shoot 'til it clickin' I want you to pull out your blicky None of my cars be rented I'm fuckin' these broads up in 'em Hundred thousand in my denim God help me stop sinning God help me keep winning I just brought a Audemars Piguet It got twenty pointers up in it I ain't trading my Patek I ain't duckin' from no static All of my albums turn classic All of my bitches' waists snatched Some of my niggas got hats We better not catch your ass lackin' I'm with my Bloods, what's brackin'? You know you not in my tax bracket Some of my niggas still trappin' Brought 20 racks up in Magic All these diamonds on me lookin' flashy Chanel, it's all on my fabrics I ain't too much into fashion Letras de cancionesBut all of these racks that I'm having Free my bros down the road Doodoo locked up on the soul And I just picked up Sosa When this shit gon' be ovеr? Yeah, I'm on drugs, I'm not sober Italian leathеr on my sofa In a Maybach truck, not a Rover Pray the cops don't pull us over Yeah, got the Devil on my back I'm finna go Tesla Plaid Was pullin' off on your cat I'm feelin' like the bitches after me, feelin' like I need to go get a gat I'm getting all of this cash And I know the world gon' be slimey, when they try rob me, that's a new hat This FN, it's .45, it got a hammer Bitch, I made it out of Louisiana Let all my dawgs out, they still in the slammer Reach for my necklace, I'ma kill you on camera I'm screaming out, "Self defense!" when I muhfuckin' blam ya And you niggas ain't taking my brother 'Cause I'm knowing they keeping the hammers With the D.A. and state, goin' to war Yeah, they say they got us on camera All of my niggas 'bout business All of my niggas 'bout business The Maybach windows ain't tinted I want you to see who up in it I want you to shoot 'til it clickin' I want you to pull out your blicky None of my cars be rented I'm fuckin' these broads up in 'em Hundred thousand in my denim God help me stop sinning God help me keep winning I just brought the Audemars Piguet It got twenty pointers up in it I ain't trading my Patek I ain't duckin' from no static All of my albums start classic All of my bitches' waists snatched Some of my niggas got hats We better not catch your ass lackin' I'm with my Bloods, what's brackin'? You know you not in my tax bracket Some of my niggas still trappin' Brought 20 racks up in Magic These diamonds on me lookin' flashy Chanel is all on my fabrics I ain't too much into fashion But all of these racks, yeah, I'm having From Letras Mania