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Yea, Uh Huh, it's Deap, bad batch, Ay Sap I see you baby! uh [Verse 1:] Me, I don't chase dat paper I locate dat paper Take dat paper Make money outta dat! I push it to da limit Dat whip you want I'm in it Buck suttin on dash Woodgrain, watch me timber da block Ain't no duffle bag boyz here I tuck it straight in my denim Louie luggage whatever ain't spent, I'm Bob Barker, stick to da script partner If the price is right I'll let it off You'll hear ann audience, uh All G's fro my belt to my kicks please 300 on the jeanz Audigier on the T My wrist be Audomar Them Bezels they be on gleam Cockier than a muthafucka Guess it's how I lean Soon as I hit da club Letras de cancionesThat's when everybody thump Sending 20 shots your way Get every body drunk Got my glizzy on dizzeck In case anybody pumps Tell them niggaz shout they block That's where everybody pumps [Hook:] I count money I fuck hoes I gotta lawyer, jeweler, tattoo artist, hold up I gotta batch of dat good smoke, good smoke I gotta bachelor Pad and, Club jumpin' jumpin' (It jump heavy) Deap Pumpin' pumpin' (I pump heavy) Block jumpin' jumpin (It Jump heavy) We pumpin' pumpin' (We pump heavy) [Verse 2:] All these niggaz in my face Bunnies they all wasted, Got da goonies at the bar Tell her liqour with no chaser Bottle services tell a bitch to leave her purse Bad Batch is in the building And Deap, he's on purpose I push work, pussy I dig dirt Shovel heavy from my niggaz I burried That shit hurts If you don't bang first You'll get dat hurst with da strip Either that or feel da burn when it hit I'm from a city where the skinny niggaz ride Biggest niggaz could die quicka, Glicka on my waste Said I'm tatted on my neck I'm A North Philly Badland Boy like Pyrex I'm hot, Like high Jets, I'm Fly I bet You don't be swimmin' in broads You ain't deap like me Be bullshittin' with frauds Nigga you don't leak like me, You don't pick up your thumbs to shift You don't cheat like me Pull up in dat 5 P.M. You ain't sleak like me [Hook] I be dat D-Boy I duck strays lived on dat corner Dudes, big spendin', Good attendence Is whatcha outta do I'm big wheelin' Like Mattell, I'm still killin' em Bad bitches are good fish I'm still reelin' em Ha, I'm still peelin' them streets See dat luxury sedan all delicate Just peep How they vallet it We don't pop fly, Philly spray it And definetly don't pop champange We Bang da stainless (Uh) From da disel Bundle, capsule, Or Needle Brodied a spot my self Beak On, Eagle She tell me to freak her I tell her I'll Puerto Reek her Sharp shape-up, A Bangga I'm Probably gone for a weekend Boom-Boom Apply Pressure-Pressure When the pipes bust I bet they rain Chedda-Chedda Better Move-Move Away from me-from me Cause when my pockets burst I bet they leak money! (Uh Huh) [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania