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Yeah, this that shit right here, boy This is for the niggas that be blowin' their noses in the flyest foreigns Cooled out, you know what I'm saying? Aye yo Good shit on I feel a great year coming again, bro, bro, you know? Terry-cloth in motherfucking alpaca shit on niggas yeah, aye yo I see a lot of sweatsuit king niggas and shit, let's go They call me "Louis Gas Piper", I'm like the Mafia's worst kid Bentley bicycles, ten pistols, a slick bid Bally wearer with some H Winstons on Panamera, black hood, white pipe, and leather in the mirror Shattered dreams, lonely pharaohs who ride across the Verrazano Narrows Blunted up, guns and some camels Sipping Mai Tais, giving high-fives to the dread lead jackets on Go now, don't be caught up in the red All we want is paper and some acres Watch the Lakers get smashed up We some Knicks niggas, fuck the neighbors Bitches are colors, gold rubbers, yeah we brothers Protect us like SWAT in Iran and save our mothers I own a piece in the Mid-East, holding prayers for us All of us bearded up, with good furs, we get lovers Navy seals with baby steel Loro Piana gooses riding around in cullies whippin' with veneers Letras de canciones One's for the money, two's for the scammers Three's for them hustlers serving hole in the hammer Four's for the flyest velour, more mansions And five's for the niggas get high and hold champions One's for the money, two's for the scammers Three's for the hustlers serving hole in the hammer Four's for the flyest velour, more mansions And five's for the niggas get high and hold champions Aye yo, the gold version in Egypt letters, you mention my name A parade of guns get shot up in the air for fellas Puma jackets and tough jewelry, a thousand dollar footwear All this Japan shit on, hear me? A certain walk with a special bop, I rhyme significant A smooth temperament from the top, souls get founded, yo, my flows is grounded Yo, I come from a special camp, all fresh bread, nope, no mold around it Coupes, they glow around me, and troops they hold it down for me And any section to the bad wolves in Fulton county I want it all, that's how I feel about me I see they feelin' out me, don't bring the villain out me, not cool, yeah Let's just ride and elevate, we arrived and delegate Then get high, then celebrate Toast, big up kings and queens wearing their blings and wings Stay on your demons and dream, let's sing One's for the money, two's for the scammers Three's for them hustlers serving hole in the hammer Four's for the flyest velour, more mansions And five's for the niggas get high and hold champions One's for the money, two's for the scammers Three's for them hustlers serving hole in the hammer Four's for the flyest velour, more mansions And five's for the niggas get high and hold champions From Letras Mania