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Money don't geek on these motherfuckers. Money don't on these motherfuckers. I need answers for that stupid shit. Too many stunners for a groupie bitch. I weigh some syrup for my Prada kicks. May set Margiela on my diamond shit. I'm huggin' the curb, I'm pushin' a pillar to Bait my birds. If you know 'bout a murder, Can't say what you saw, just come on the Turf. No nose on the Draco, start it off And ate up your nerves. If we lose it all, we takin' them off And what Walked out with that pole. They can't wipe that nose. I spot diamonds for the shows. Too many sticks, they got so many souls. Pass her some money, fuckin' her bro. He pop like a pimp, yeah, right out the Rolls. Cap off on her face, she order the Low. I'm 'bout the business, you know how it Go. Ain't duckin' no beef, we gotta eat. Keep that shit street, we gon' leave him deceased. I keep a stash with my bitch on the East. They like to see, I'm keepin' peace. Four by four G, ain't nothin' cheap. Fuck the ignition, we don't need a key. Wanna change your life? Boy, take a seat. Rapper gon' give him the price for the piece. Yeah. I need answers for that stupid shit. Too many stunners for a groupie bitch. I weigh some syrup for my Prada kicks. May set Margiela on my diamond shit. I'm huggin' the curb, I'm pushin' a pillar to Bait my birds. If you know 'bout a murder, Can't say what you saw, just come on the Turf. No nose on the Draco, start it off And ate up your nerves. If we lose it All, we takin' them off and what worse? Put on on a shirt, that Percocet make her Pussy squirt. Cunt up in traffic in a fat Thing, tell 'em watch me work. Really, you can't even see in. Maybach came with curtains. MP for the blicky, and I got five servants. Don't want a shrimp, she want a big dog. I tell her whatever, she leap like a frog. The Rolls Royce umbrellas hide me from the clout. Yeah, hide me from the clout. These niggas can't get no doubt. You can get shot down, nigga, with a strap. Me and B. Dyin', we slidin' in a Porsche. Two-twenty-five when we put it in sport. Come catch us. I need answers for that slappy Shit. Too many stunners for a groupie bitch. I weigh some syrup for my Prada kicks. May set Margiela on my diamond shit. I'm huggin' the curb, I'm pushin' a pillar to Bait my birds. If you know 'bout a murder, Can't say what you saw, just come on the Turf. No nose on the Draco, start it off And ate up nerves. If we lose it all, we takin' them off And what can be worse?