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Hahaha Come on Baby I ain't into Like... (Mwah) (Emmy Moonlight) It is what it is (Readymade) It is what it is I might just Spin on a broke bitch in a Brickyard rental Tapped into the 'Gram Baby What'chu gettin' into? Ooh I'm rollin' 'round the city with a body like a center You wanna roll with me? You ain't God But I fear ya In the dirt all day The squabble so favorable With the Glock ironing You wonder if I'm capable And she can spot the pen on me She know just how I made it through I'm lighting on my own And bitch I ain't got no cable view You can have it all Gang You can have it raw Gang She know we got chicken in the mothafuckin' call name Put Molly Lil in the mothafuckin' hall frame He brought the system down for us Just so we can fall vain This a war of all change Ain't worryin' 'bout who takin' it I won't hit your line Baby Just don't call Sang - (Oh-oh) The Glock on-call Gang They know who gon' pull that plug And call them shots for gang-gang The money green The money always been supreme The money get me amped up And the money get me geeked (Ooh) The money make her thirst and open up her front teeth (Ha-ha) The money make them niggas act funny and buck the clique The paper tell me otherwise It tell me how to up the fee The model sick as hell and now she want suck on me (What the fuck?) But anyway Ha-ha-ha She's sleepin' in my sheets Get that paper up Gang Fore I open my own shop Baby I got a body And you got a body So I think we shouldn't bother nobody when we got somethin' started Body hit like a loaded rocket It is what it is And it's gonna be how it seems I ain't worried 'bout no broke bitch It's what I judge from the scenes I might Baby I got a body And you got a body So I think we shouldn't bother nobody when we got somethin' started Body hit like a loaded rocket It is what it is And it's gonna be how it seems I ain't worried 'bout no broke bitch It's what I judge from the scenes I might