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[feat. Daz Dillinger] Mainly I been thinking 'bout GT Crawling South Beach in the middle of the street now All things trippin' I'll accept the penitence when I gett 'em If the papers weren't so thick I'd probably roll them join in the middle Fool, ain't no spillage so I plan to go and get it We all like the gangs, I just got mad a lil bit quicker A glimpse into this jet living As fast cars, faster women I woulda been mega pimpin' I ain't had the time to put in it Though I still make official, man it's distrising the whistle There's no gang deliver direct TV, Sunday tickets Suckers can't be down so they just be mad with us We don't drink or smoke our heads with those ass kissers You gotta be your own man for whatever call you listen They gon' have to call me billionaire Jet this shit They scared of my hu?tle, they still love me Black shelter moment running You can't come in here folk some money Keeping numbers doubling, If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing Songtexte Scared of my hustle, bitch still love me Black chevy motor running you can hand cuff me, Yeah folks Sell money, keeping numbers doubling If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing I begin my day off with a half Now collecting all the cash Bust you in your damn now Million pows of agitation Show me all your registration Bill niggas I'll be impatient Clutching no hesitation I rose up, I shake the crowd with my presence Bitches ?cream my name, you tell your nigga yeah I said it Run and tell the message, motherfuckers keep up gossip You see more money, more power You tell me how you nigga sorry The second they call it, I stay on it, never fall in love Still a woss, yeah you sink if your heart is stole You played the cards, point seen, money lost, Taken off in a jet like till you quit the CA in the next life See your forever paid, roll the gazelle shades I got it made, cloud smoke you know my nigga day So that's the model that I live by Primal seeking all that emo in the eve wine Scared of my hustle, bitch still love me Black chevy motor running you can hand cuff me, Yeah folks Sell money, keeping numbers doubling If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing Aus Songtexte Mania