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Ha-ha, yeah Cartel (Chamberlain, he's got it) Ha-ha, yeah (Ha-ha) For real (Fred, shoot, Fred, shoot) I'm rockin' Polo mixed with that Persona Mini Drac' with a backpack, kickin' like it's Ronald Get the Drac' or a mic', let it sing like "La Bamba" I bust down my teeth, gave a fuck 'bout a Honda In the Escalade V, pickin' up someone's mama Push up with some movin' clips, assume the drama In Atlanta, 'bout to fuck up a comma If he don't get no money, then I'm causin' trauma On the beat, swear that I'm gettin' jiggy Double the twenty-five into a fifty And use it to hit some cocaine off some titties Party hard like it's 2004 at Diddy's I be with Johnny Dang, scrеamin' out, "Fuck Denny's" "Fuck you, OT," nah, can't fuck with me In the crib, got mе feelin' like Ti-ti-timmy Lay his body on the hood, ran him over with a Hemi Curly hair with a taper fade, bitch, I'm heavy weight Thuggin' in the hood, mama tellin' me there's a better way Put it in his face, I'ma have him wishin' for better days "I was just playin', OT," bitch, I don’t never play Groovin' with a dirty K, I'ma go and let it spray Letras de cancionesOn the Wockhardt, got me movin' like a turtle race Put a bag on your head, throw it like a butterface Believe me, believe me, I mean every word I say, grrt You tryna get it, we sellin' chicken and biscuits, welcome to Popeyes Chicken (Yeah) Jewelry expensive (Ha-ha), I ain't get this from no pension, I bought this shit out the kitchen (Yeah) More racks than tennis, my conversation expensive, you better talk to my dentist (Oh yeah) Push the weight off like I'm liftin', calculate digits, cuz keep a pole like he fishin' (Yeah) Money and bitches, we don't walk 'round with no hit spin, he came with us, he gon' kill shit (Nah) Come with conditions, you get around all this drip and you just might find yourself pimpin' You want the digits, keep askin' to put on a mission, but your stupid ass won't even listen (Ha-ha-ha) Don't get to trippin', this money get dropped off in shipments and this shit just might go the distance Fool, you ain't hear that I was so cool, I can go to the pool and the water don't move (Move) I'm givin' game like I own a few schools (Ha-ha) I'm in the lane where they loan out the tools (Loan) I own the lane where the prostitutes use (Yeah) Don't hurt your brain chasin’ me, blow a fuse (Hey) I run the game, the controller's on cruise (Nah) Gon' be in pain tryna play me and lose, stop it You with a boss, I'm chargin' to talk (Hey) My pockets on full, they go, "Huh" like I'm Ross If they had my hands, they might cut their hands off (Hey) You need a golf cart just to go 'round my house (Yeah) This type of truck I'm in can transform and talk (Talk) Get turned down by money, it might turn to the Hulk (Hulk) I know some big dogs who just bite, they don't bark Designer on me, man, like my name Tony Stark (Ha-ha) I might write a book titled How to Go Get It (Ooh) I got the look to say, "Get to the business" (Yeah) You wanna cook? Get the proper equipment Dope in they nails and it's so finger-lickin' (Mm) I talked to NASA and they told me, "Houston, we don't have a problem 'cause Bo really drippin'" I'm with the gators and sharks eatin' fishes Let me put you on to somethin' real quick, nigga You tryna get it, we sellin' chicken and biscuits, welcome to Popeyes Chicken (Yeah) Jewelry expensive (Ha-ha), I ain't get this from no pension, I bought this shit out the kitchen (Yeah) More racks than tennis, my conversation expensive, you better talk to my dentist (Oh yeah) Push the weight off like I'm liftin', calculate digits, cuz keep a pole like he fishin' (Yeah) Money and bitches, we don't walk 'round with no hit spin, he came with us, he gon' kill shit (Nah) Come with conditions, you get around all this drip and you just might find yourself pimpin' You want the digits, keep askin' to put on a mission, but your stupid ass won't even listen (Yeah) Don't get to trippin', this money get dropped off in shipments and this shit just might go the distance (Yeah) Ha-ha, yeah From Letras Mania