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'Bout to go off Time for me to show off Movin' on from my ex, sorry bitch your loss Cash money nigga, you straight ass nigga So much cake, the bank can't stash nigga And plus I go too hard, I'm mackin' on two broads Niggas ain't hard, bunch of undercover RuPaul's B to the O, y'all ma'fuckers already know my lyrics flow Bitch I gotta get that bread you heard what I said My mind is on my dough Shout out to the O Yeah lemme buck town My niggas don't play round Y'all niggas get no shine till I say it's okay now I'm a big dog, K-9 Droptop, daytime Bad bitch, shotgun Hair down to her waistline Snoop always told me, lil cause do ya thang Take a system with the flow, you'll be a legend in the game Now it's YMCM, packin' all the freaks in Take the Lamborghini out once on weekend Youtube killer, pockets full of Skrilla Old school Chevy, inside vanilla Send my girl to London, my girl got to stunt hard Since I'm in the family, just throw it in the Rush card Songtexte Smokin' on kush, don't smoke no? Bitches better recognise how dope I'm is I'm a pro in this shit, I'm like? in this shit Haters better realise how much dough I get I'm a body this track, let it be known Prince of the raps, so better get off my throne Hate nobody if you lend no hand I got right here all on my own Rap game all fucked up They signed up niggas who locked up Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood hoe's too stuck up Better step yo game up, niggas step yo change up 'Bout to be 24, shit still ain't changed much Wait, more movies, more paper, which means, comes more haters See y'all in June, Team Heat, whattup Lakers Girls hit me on my Twitter now they wanna follow him Only take lil mama to the condo if she swallowin' You know I be balin' in, my Bugatti comin' in If you really wanna know, hip hop yep, I'm running it Where my competition at, swear they know I'm running this Living in my Miami, but I do this for Columbus and Please, niggas ain't fucking with me I got a bit appetite and I just ate this beat nigga Aus Songtexte Mania