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[feat. Young Jeezy, Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa] [Chorus: Chamillionaire] I try not to overdose But I love this liifeee I'm tryna figure which car I'm a drive tonight They'll say you changed up when you get your money right But people change up that use to be on your side But me I just let em go, I tell em byeee Cause they should know, that I'm gettin mine Can't really phase us but I know that they'll try I'm switchin lanes up why they commit suicide I'm killing em [Young Jeezy:] It ain't even fair Got the Mazi' out, look like Nicki here White drop head, call it white chalk Burn the insides, 57 soft And nigga I'm killin 'em, bring the body bags Count a million, fill the body bag In my murder coupe, call it toe tag Spend a grip nigga, call me 4 Jags And nigga I'm killin' 'em, call a murder case Got my Rolli' on, got the murder face Roll another blunt, dust my shoulders off SongtexteNiggas hatin' Young, watch me shake 'em off [Chorus] [Chamillionaire:] I'm killin em, what the hell ya'll doin Stack of ben franklins up to my ear then I talk to em Hope off the plane in laguardia just to ball ewing That's so ironic cause balls is just what ya brauds chewin Quick to get in the win, livin like gilligan Thought you was going somewhere just keep on trying again Ya'll boys don't really spin, keep your opinions You could done as good as me you woulda already did it then Ya'll faker than jerry springer, sick of these fairy singers Faker than tommy befriending martin to marry gina I drop that poison that hoe gon hit cha like hiroshima Watch your girl feed me grapes with her thumb and her married finger Soon as she hit the crib too late I swear I got her That's when that dragon pop outta nowhere like harry potter Tell me why would I bother ta let ya'll even bother moi Just bought 4 automars but tomorrow I order more Most of ya'll on suspension they trick anthey call it pimpin Ain't got no love for hoes nah cupid ain't caught me slippin Laugh at these lil boys braggin bought all the cars they flippin Can't ball with the greatest when you ain't even no comp for pimpin [Chorus] [Chevy Woods:] With black on black cars coming through Presidential shit, tints on the whip So dark can't see who riding in that bitch Suits and tie's no questions why Somebody get a box ready for these guys No four door, had the coupe that ride That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly No games though, no names spoke This crack right here, cocaine flow I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro Stuck in the car with my nigga I'm ready to ride We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise Keep telling everybody what you gonna do Middle finger like fuck what you going through All I know is that money that I'm going to And them gang boys wanna bore you Like wassup cause I told you Just money in the pocket, fold you T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa:] First 48, first 48 Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48 I ain't worried about spending bread cause I got more to make Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate Hundred for a show, can you afford a date And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make? Police ran up on my tour bus But hey my niggas more money more problems More lawyers on the case Niggas at the Grammys I was at the crib working Heard they little diss but I'm just being the big person Never been trained, still my aim near perfect Everything I spits murder [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania