[Chorus] Money, cars, clothes, give me all of that FLows, shows, hoes, I got all of that Sex, teks, checks, give me all of that Cribs, chicks, whips, I got all of that
[Verse 1] If you want to know just how I feel Then fall back boy, while I'm adjusting my steel I'm a semi short nigga but my game is tall I like money, clothes, cars just the same as y'all Been down in the dirt and it was hard to come up Had to grind like a motherfucker, sun down to sun up Me and my niggaz used to dream of this Now it's all on me, I do my thing with this Blast at you rapper cats, slash past your battle raps You're in the hospital, body cast after that One of the realest you could ever meet Get love in every hood 'cause I rep the streets with clever speech You'll never reach, my legendary status MY presence is alarming, my chicks be the baddest So nigga just close your mouth I close you down and take everything like open house
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[Verse 2] Yall fools don't want it, word to my moms I can see it in your eyes that you scurred to be harmed And I don't give a damn if you, came with your man or crew Still gon' have to dismantle you and hammer you Don't let me catch you, after dark I'll snatch your heart when the desert E sparks I'm nice with a two, might fight with a fool Why I'm spazing, 'cause I don't be liking y'all fools And niggaz front 'cause I could bag they broad I don't want they bitch, they could have their broad I'm on some businesses, a mansion, a yacht See I'm a winner girl, that man ain't got what I got I work for the riches baby, hurt from the stitches baby Stay alert and go beserk just to get the gravy So nigga just close your mouth I close you down and take everything like open house
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Compositor: Keith Elam (Guru) ECAD: Obra #38846321