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I'm the center of attention boy hard to compete with Ace zone the moan is no secret First one to blast, last one to laugh And bitch I do numbers you don't know about cash I'm the one they talking 'bout when they say he nice And all this fleer that I wear gonna have a price [?] priceless, my thing righteous Labels try to snatch the kid up like Deifuss But I remain true, [?] Cause I be calling them shots, it's like a [?] Never take all these [?] stretch border Money pussy patron in the same order I live that good life, bitch I'm on that [?] shit Flying in the sky, sitting in the cockpit Cuban cigars, rosee I'm a star With a bad bitch, and another in the mall Never slowing up, product of that fast life They wanna [?] me, but they ain't got the cash right They rolling hard, but that's only for the moment now Well makes sense don't it, I make dollars MJ holler, true piece [?] them hoes got their hands up And never gets nada I'm in the ac state of mind, before you get the [?] Let me tell you one time Y'all nigger know what it is, man? Do what you gotta do, just don't fuck with me, er? SongtexteAtlantic city in the motherfucking building Right back to the west coast LA, [?] what the fuck we do [?] let's go I got play money, everyday money Retro injay wolf grey money Need that watch to throw [?] money No illuminati, that's gay money Need a Bugatti to fly through the set Paparazzi snapping security make them jet I'm with a bad bitch and the shit is making her wet While we on the... the katanas on sunset Good sushi, good wine and the night is young Lot of stars out tonight, she say I'm the brightest one She really can't believe it, so happy when I beat it I know you're excited, just don't act me when you twit it You won't grab a nigger style, I'm [?] before a while Then it's Audi R8 to the G6, it's hard to keep chicks I remember I used to meet chicks Whose shoulders was colder than ski trips But somehow, they all seem to love me all the sudden I knew I was the guy when I wasn't I'm hot, oven, cold, freezer Guess how niggers rapping these days, can you believe it? Me either, me ether you super ugly I don't gotta dance my jewels throwing the duggy So much ice I can skate upon a nigger So fuck what they hating on me nigger, yikes! Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me Honestly, I'm a piece of real maniac Cross the line one time, can't take it back Yeah, I left face seat, but I be coming back Now I live in LA count money stacks Live the high life, had to get my mind right Ménage black and white women daily, Klondike And you don't even know the half of shit That be doing my nigger got cash You fuckers is suckers can't keep up On my thug shit, Louie belt heat top Smoking ganga og kush pop Fresh [?] never catch me looking rough I'm too fresh, pretty tune at his best And I keep my bitches broke man I know the rest Cut a nigger off quick like a deadline Cause of a snitch my nigger dead doing fed time And all I hear he never coming home And it's fucked up cause now his kid is all alone Hard headed niggers with no father figures And he can't pull a job but he pull the trigger And that's fucked up but that's life Yo he good in the hood with the gun and knife So before I go to sleep I say my prayers To all [?] and my niggers up in the air Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me. Aus Songtexte Mania