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Catch me rollin' round the corner, smokin' marijuana Sippin' on somethin' cool, a fool if I wanna Copped me a new spot, a pool and a Sauna Two new pit bulls, jewels in the prowler Cowards, I don't fuck around with you cowards I Roll with that thang, champagne showers Causin' Upset if you get me upset I'm past the Minor league, causin' a jet I ain't really here To listen to your rebuttal We smokin' with Snoop, Nigga, blunts fat as a shuttle Let's separate the Men from the mice, my nigga Disrespectful, You shouldn't touch mics, my nigga Get rolled and Thrown like rice, my nigga If you ever grab A mic thinkin' you're nice, my nigga I'm a Boss up, got a fleet of nothin' but toss-ups You wanna take my life, take the car I Drive Take it all, nigga, I'm still here, I got nine lives Get grinded up in the Catnip for tryin' to trip 'Cause if you miss And I survive, you might get hit nine times From five sides with nine nines, MDR nine, Tell me What you gon' do? Nothin' What you gon' say? Nothin' What you gon' do when the money run Out and the gun starts to spray? Nothin' What you gon' do? Nothin' What you gon' say? Nothin' What you gon' do when the money run out And the gun starts to spray? What gon' I'm mob deep with niggas that buck Over 50 Cent Chop up yayo and hit the Strip for ends I'm makin' bank fuckin' with hoes That strip for ends I got game, keep a Couple hoes kickin' in I'm on the go, Never knowin' when I'm gettin' in I'm on the Road, can't go home 'til I get the rent A nigga owe and I just spent the end-o-rent So I'm out gettin' ends 'til the gettin' ends Case after case, look at the trouble I'm gettin' In Fuckin' with these Knicks and tens, 'bout to Get your nigga ten I know I ain't innocent, Not your model citizen Sometimes I give in to Sin, nine times out of ten With all this Drama, I know I'ma die or end up in The pen And niggas wonder why your boy light Up and I hit this hen Ladies and gentlemen, Wasn't raised by gentlemen Since fifth grade, Wanted French braids and Bentleys What you gon' do? Nothin' What you gon' say? Nothin' What you gon' do when the money run out And the gun starts to spray? Nothin' What you gon' do? Nothin' What you gon' say? Nothin' What you gon' do when the money run out And the gun starts to spray? What you Okay You better duck if you smart, Bruh Big thang, bang thang'll tear your ass apart, Bruh Knock you off your mark, bruh, lean your Ass sideways You and your compadres'll get ate like Entrees Shit, laid under sheets Microphone monster, Well-dressed beast Way too West, Yes, way less East Way too fresh, Yeah, way more street Sheesh, I'm a former pound Mover Town to town, move around, got 'em down To ya Break 'em down, move 'em 'round, now Them pounds movin' Now I clown with the pound, Hear the sounds boomin'? Was a damn hoodlum, now I am the man I'm still a servin' nigga, I'm walkin' contraband With my cock in hand like a cocky man With the moxie of a stocky man with a Glock in hand In a hot sedan ridin' with A dime ho Chuckin' five-O, chasin' bread 'til my Eyes close What you gon' do? Nothin' What you gon' say? Nothin' What you gon' do when the money run Out and the gun starts to spray? Nothin' What you gon' do? Nothin' What you gon' say? Nothin' What you gon' do when the money run out And the gun starts to spray? What you gon' do?