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Tell 'em who made this beat, baby. It's no surprise a nigga did it, tell 'em I have a option. Gotta keep on makin' chip 'cause out there hoes that love shoppin'. They only see my wins, they wasn't around for All my losses. I know where I wanna be, So I surround myself with bosses. Oh shit, I'm makin' hits. New ho, I took your bitch. Come on, I'm likin' this. Hold on, my life lit. I had dreams of bein' rich and havin' a Six-figure kit. What's the point of bein' rich if You ain't with a rich bitch? I'm workin' hard tryna make my family proud. I been in the stu', I don't do no Hangin' out. Brokest nigga in the room be the One that's extorted out. They want me to pop Out, bitch, what that check 'bout? Get your head off bullshit, it's so much cheese On the floor. She told you not to worry 'bout me, she on her knees for 310. I told her, "Back the fuck up, why is You doin' the most?" She said, "Sorry, I don't Know." Wait, who is this at my door? Hold on. Okay. Yeah. Oh, woah. Freaky bitch is crazy, on her knees for 103, Yeah. I want bush to blow me, I know She a weed head. Broke and on the edge And no, I never did the remix. I just know one day, but I was blowin' Fire like Phoenix. Peppers in these jeans, I'm on My toes like I seen B. I. G. First time she seen me layin' down, thought I Had three legs. Her nigga hate alike, he say, "Why ain't no three there?" You can't be a Drum unless you did the shit that we did. I was gone for five, your shit was over Less than three years. Cryin' 'bout these thought Paths, no more room inside these DTs. New York Fashion Week, I'm at the party with Jermaine. Me and my bro Weezy get like Jay-Z And Jermaine. Bricks, no whips, nigga, Money ain't thing. And these broads don't like it If it don't gleam, gleam. Gleam, gleam. Every time I come around your city. Got some drummers ridin' with me, it's a hundred On a fifty. I'm back and then she listen To my songs, she probably pretty. And she wishin' she was with me, got me Signin' on the titty. Yeah, watchin' for your song And that's a certified banger. California, take him back to gang, nigga, it's in Danger. We done fucked some dick, but she run From it like a stranger. Beat the pussy up, I got some problems with My anger. Bad bitch from the Valley say she's Scared to meet a gangsta. Got a couple partners that ain't even gangbangers. It's no surprise a nigga did it, tell 'em I ain't have a option. Gotta keep on makin' Chip 'cause out there hoes that love shoppin'. They only see my wins, they wasn't around for All my losses. I know where I wanna be, So I surround myself with bosses.