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The bread, nigga. Hey, what it do? Shout to the Avalanche kids. Hey, yo. Bull Cannon. You know we be out here in the street. Shout to the trendsetter since. Doing what we do. You know, trying to eat. AMG. And sometimes a lot of people realize what it Takes for us to get money. You might see my rims spinning. You might see. And all this big timing and Let niggas get Your money. I'm posting up tonight. Let's get this money. Come on, make sure it's stacked. Let's get this money. Hey, ain't nothing like a nigga who can't hold His money. Let's money. fabulous. Oh, yeah. I'm on my grind, ain't no clubbing for me. Exactly. Groupie-little groupie-ass hoes mean Nothing to me. I like chinchilla furs, Cars, and crocodiles. Hey. Similar to Jigga, but my own lifestyle. I got a child, so I ain't really about No games. I've been all around the world, And it's all the same. Aight. If you ain't got money, you're damn near Dead. So we post on the block 'til we Get us some bread. I ain't been home in Three days or changed my clothes. But I can reach in my pocket, pull out A bankroll. A baller, baby, I don't love these Hoes. I hustle Monday through Sunday, my shop never Closed. That's why you see the ice and them Chrome 24s. 'Cause I'm in the trap house while 50 doing shows. My Love for the rap game, but live for The streets. What would you do if you was Getting the cheese? I know. You might see my rims spinning. You might see, hey. And all this big timing and shining. I'm posting up tonight. Let's go. Let's get this money. Get up early in the morning. Let's Lay down late in evening. Let's get this Money. Dramatic. Bring it back if you take it too long. I'm trying to flip mines quick, see, my patience Is gone. Let the little homies take my cars To the club. And I'ma post right here, Come show me some love. I got two for ones, cuz, three for the 20. I'm taking dimes, pennies, whatever that you Give me. Gotta make it home, so I'm checking My rearview. These rappers ain't trapping, For real, I still do. The captain of the ship or the colonel of The tank. Whatever that you call me, I'm money In the bank. Just playing my position like a Soldier do. And it ain't no telling what I Sold to you. Told my girl, "Hold on, I'm trying to get a little bigger." You ain't feeling that, go find another nigga. A money go-getter, you gotta love me. Underground King like Pimp C and Bun B. Let's go. You might see my rims spinning. You might see. And all this big timing and shining. I'm posting up tonight. Let's get this money. Oh. Let's get this money. Come on. Let's get this money. Gangsta, gangsta. Get money. Hey, yo, that's Shannon Sanders, y'all. Man, somebody gotta cut the check. That nigga that's cold. And he from Cashville. Yeah. So holla when you see me, nigga. G-Unit. Ah. Hey, yo, 50, Kick your feet up, nigga. I got-