Money comin' in, can't complain
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Gotta make sure all my business steady right, what you wishin' for?
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Hop up on this dick, you slore
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Top up on the kitchen floor, all the tables dirty from that res' on the quarter pie
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Roll ya eyes at me lil' girl, I'm a rock ya lil' world, cop that pref
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"Can ya dick me on ya wishes" she want lots of hugs and kisses
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She forgot to tuck the biscuits, tried to tell her it's her fault
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Fuckin' broad gave me her income tax, I'll push out and then come stacks
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I'll pull out and then come back, niggaz just love my style
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I'm a beast, just with this rappin' shit, he gon' run up and clap him quick
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He gon' make me slap the bitch, grab the shit, certified with my stamp
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Like, "Quarantine? Yeah, that's the shit"
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Make 'em see the difference in my game, gotta make that new transition
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Got these niggaz, they so envious, Benzy's, he's the stingiest
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Give my booger zilch, warm me up, go get the quilt
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Got whitey like that 5th of milk
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Get the silk Louie or that Gucci hat, baby either, or
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I got cake, independent, I don't need these whores
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Got me on the line, gotta make the two, pressure on my back
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I ain't stoppin' kuz I go so hard, speed up kuz they know the car
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Creep up kuz they know it's hard, cross my heart, hope to die
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Woozy from that Grand Cru, movie, all the mans whoo
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Nigga fuck you worried 'bout my gram dukes
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Pockets, two lumps like a camel, animal, oww
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Ooh la laaaaa
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Thanks for bringin' it back, nigga this is that gangsta shit
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Ooh la laaaaa
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And when there's beef we run and go get them tankers quick
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Ooh la laaaaa
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I don't care what they say, nigga I'm Gain Greene for life
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Ooh la laaaaa
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You better watch yo' money nigga, we want your life
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West Coast Freestyle Pt. 2
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