(Hook)
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Mob campaign, it¡¯s a mob campaign
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Smoking champalle in a champagne race
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Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
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Leave with all the bitches, regime game
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(Verse 1)
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Regime game when you see the mob salute
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Looking for some snow or a rice eater hella cute
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I¡¯m about counting money hoe it¡¯s not a game
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Got a bottle of a spade now I just need the rain
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So you know what that mean you gotta do your thing
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Walk it out, play a pimp, bitch ain¡¯t nothing changed
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Dragon on my arm, dragon on my chain
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This is not a ledge, we a fucking game
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(Verse 2)
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I¡¯m a regime mob man , hotter than a lot of men
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Bust shots make your rit socks make the runner man
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You want it come and get it man ,bitches love the fucking swag
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Ain¡¯t gotta kid with ¡®em but they still call me dad
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Stick ¡®em poe ¡®em make ¡®em gag
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Niggers hate the fucking feds
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¡®Cause I pop alot of bottles , pop a nigga like a tank
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You got a dragon on you, and I don¡¯t even know you
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As this regime life, got you with a dragon stamp
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(Hook)
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Mob campaign, it¡¯s a mob campaign
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Smoking champalle in a champagne race
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Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
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Leave with all the bitches, regime game
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(Verse 3)
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Rock a twin pack, two school white girl
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Blind bomb shell ,orange county tech a girl
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Sipping rosay fresh out of for their nose
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You got that ass shot fierce for them hoes
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In europeon then in white boy clothes
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Ice blocks on fingers, ye bitch froze
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In the club smoking loud, yelling at hoes
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Taking mile shot spin and drag on the floor
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(Verse 4)
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Club down from here to down south
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I¡¯ma party knock me a bitch and get rich
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But now your girl is on my zipper
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Bringing all her friends not knowing that I¡¯ma pimp her
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I¡¯ma give it to you so what you gonna do
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Damn I¡¯m ready then my brain I¡¯ma fool with it
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I¡¯m popping bottles with the fellas like the models
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The models keep coming give ¡®em something, fuck that!
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(Hook)
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Mob campaign, it¡¯s a mob campaign
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Smoking champalle in a champagne race
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Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
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Leave with all the bitches, regime game
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(Verse 5)
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Regime mind, peace ain¡¯t low
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Counting big dough sipping on that act 4
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Talking to a hoe metro bare and low
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Play shit to the moon I got that kush flow
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Easy money maker, trap poddy caker
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See I¡¯m moving fast, quarter back and I¡¯ma raid her
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Popping bottles all day it ain¡¯t rozay
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High techs with the seal pushing my stake
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(Verse 6)
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Look we¡¯re a dangerous crew, we¡¯re fucking with banks
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Fucking with tank, you scared go to church like Mase
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We got your rock on the rocks, or the ace by the case
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And these bitches popping pills, I want one like Drake
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Hold up, it¡¯s the game, champagne rain
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With the dragon head rest, checking dough from your main
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Clear Louie Franks call it day to day
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Dragon tats, dragon chain, it¡¯s the mob campaign
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(Hook)
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
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We do our damn thing, regime game
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Mob campaign, it¡¯s a mob campaign
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Smoking champalle in a champagne race
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Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
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Leave with all the bitches, regime game
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Its A Mob Campaign
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