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Betcha I can make you count money Eight flip it, whip it, bring it out the County got me twisted but I swerve Fuck what You think inside the drop my door off on The curb That nine stirred, I changed the way You walk Little snitch, you gon' nigga, change the Way you talk I'm hustler, late night mugger I'm Extra motherfucker, but of course, sir I can put Shot in the back for, you down to crack For Get your ass robbed by the neighborhood crack Whore They just wanna find me, it ain't hard To find me Greatest of our time, everybody wanna Sign me I sold a million units, I ain't Talkin' 'bout records Hit the label, tell 'em, "Lock your motherfuckin' neck" that drop from the Back, lay 'em back Grrat-tat-tat to the neck, Let's get it sold a million units, I ain't Talkin' 'bout records Hit the label, tell 'em, "Lock your motherfuckin' neck" I want drop from the Back, lay 'em back Grrat-tat-tat to the neck, Let's get it, let's get it sold a million, Leave the crime behind evil, I'ma change your mind Make your world come A—