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  • feat. Freddie Gibbs
  • (Intro)
  • Um Tony Gardner
  • Oh yea
  • Know what I’m sayin?
  • Gotta turn the chandelier now just a little bit
  • You know what I mean?
  • On this type of shit
  • Roll up with Cool J, Numb Ills
  • You know what I’m sayin dawg?
  • We made it
  • ***** with me though
  • Fore we see it
  • Fore we see what?
  • You take it
  • Deuce!
  • (Verse)
  • Don’t let it make me, I’m just makin dollars
  • The way she lookin in them jeans – it make me wanna holler
  • Man that cabana then again up in my studio
  • Lose all them bottles, the ace of spade and Don Julio
  • Just poppin round my scene, Christian and Loubuittonin
  • Yea, I’m just bein honest
  • Well she just bein modest
  • Told er drink on us, me and my niggas up
  • Don’t worry bout nothing, just put my number up in yo phone
  • She hit me later, I told er come to the W
  • 4 in the morning, she already know what I wanna do
  • Baby I hate to break it to you but I’m really sorry
  • Can’t meet you in the lobby
  • Cuz I’m not just anybody
  • Feel me though?
  • As that set, nigga
  • Spend it all
  • I have nothing
  • Deuce!
  • Money…
  • We make it
  • Fore we see it
  • You take it
  • Oooh, make me wanna holler
  • The way they do… don’t mind…yea
  • Make me wanna holler
  • The way they do… don’t mind…
  • Listen, baby
  • Listen, baby
  • You don’t know, baby
  • Yea
  • Straight livin
  • No, no, no, no
  • (Verse)
  • Yeah, huh
  • Black and red, started jackin black and red Jordans
  • We call em stick up kids but the niggas in my neighborhood took before them
  • Baby-face gangsta Gibbs but I got that name out on the corner
  • Back up on my 80 crib when I first learned how to chef yo order
  • Whippin right up on school night, did my home right
  • Cookin hard, a feelin like it right, that’s the wrong work
  • In the riddle get my dish up with that weight, flippin zone first
  • I’m a 90’s baby, had that beeper bangin, now my phone twerk
  • Woke up like nigga ***** the world and poke up, put it on my tailor
  • Bet you ain’t hit this, that pine and purple shit in my Fanta
  • Foes lips a Activist, in this chick file livin me
  • Yea I got my hand just against the hand the hand that stay getting paid
  • *****, uh
  • ***** the world, nigga
  • I have nothing
  • Money…
  • We make it
  • Fore we see it
  • You take it
  • Oooh, make me wanna holler
  • The way they do… don’t mind…yea
  • Make me wanna holler
  • The way they do… don’t mind…
  • Listen, baby
  • Listen, baby
  • No no, baby
  • Straight livin
  • No, no, no, no

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