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Ayy, mane, what you say, mane? It's 2024. Shout out to all my queens. I just got a lil' PSA, you know? Back in the day, the men was makin' more money than us, but now, the women are rulin' the world, and if you makin' the same bag or you makin' more than your man, I think it's okay for you to go fifty-fifty. I don't give a fuck if you broke. Treat him! "Baby, where you wanna go? You wanna go to [?]? You wanna go to Crustaceans? It's on me. It's okay. I got it." That's gangsta When you gettin' that pussy, never tell (That's gangsta) Put on all your niggas in the field (That's gangsta) If she holdin' steel in her purse (That's gangsta) Whack 'em, kiss his mama at the church (That's gangsta) [?] on the grill (That's gangsta) Oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (That's gangsta) Double R hidden in the Hills (That's gangsta) Lead a country, make a couple mill (That's gangsta) I'm a hard motherfucker, I ball hard like the Rucker And all my people eatin'—you'd think I came with my butler Dolce Gabbana bucket—I'm drippin' when I'm in public I was out in the field when most of these niggas wasn't I'm just keepin' it gangsta 'cause most of these bitches love it We get to talkin' gangsta, these niggas gon' switch the subject Can't get this shit for you, but I can show you where the mud at Money, power, respect—I know some niggas die for that Ramen noodles and rice—we came up not overnight The reason I'm undefeated like all the Mayweather fights You back a dog in a corner, you know that he gonna bite Come press down a hunnid thousand—like luggage, I'm on a flight That's gangsta Letras de cancionesWhen you gettin' that pussy, never tell (That's gangsta) Put on all your niggas in the field (That's gangsta) If she holdin' steel in her purse (That's gangsta) Whack 'em, kiss his mama at the church (That's gangsta) [?] on the grill (That's gangsta) Oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (That's gangsta) Double R hidden in the Hills (That's gangsta) Lead a country, make a couple mill (That's gangsta) This bitch on my side, all she like to do is licks This bitch on my side, she'll take a nigga bricks This bitch on my side on my side erry night Anybody get wrong, she gon' get they ass right She wanna ride with the gangstas She wanna pull a few capers I'm gettin' money, she gettin' money You know this bread contagious My bitch in Chanel, black and white Private flight back tonight Your life is good—you fuckin' me right Fuck up a bag, 'cause I brought it twice—fuck it up Ain't got no time—you crossin' a line We goin' up on a nigga You playin' with mine, I'm playin' with iron, so don't make me up on a nigga They ain't wanna fuck with a nigga Now, I'm fifty up on a nigga You ain't fuck with me then, don't fuck with me now You can't say, "What up?" to me, nigga That's gangsta Handshakes in back rooms can seal your fate One bad look from the right boss, life won't be the same These tricks ain't for kids—do you understand? This is serious biz, so be careful who you stand next to Betray my trust and I'll miss you, but I won't cry Know why? I'll wish you well Put my secrets with you in your coffin 'cause the dead can't talk That nigga will They never spill They never spill From Letras Mania