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[Verse 1:] Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again Fuckin' with dem birds like Cam and dem I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and Whole brick throw it on a triple beam It get hectic we gon' stretch it like a limousine Ain't no question if I touch it then it's Mr.Clean I be reppin in yo' section me my nigga Keem Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga I burn bread I ain't talkin toast nigga Whole team of killers, I'm the coach nigga Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear I got some bad bitches that'll get it there If you don't wanna get it we gon send 'em there If it's heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear Bricksquad, like Waka and dem If it's gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem I don't touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem Meek Mill started wasn't chopper we was poppin den [Hook:] Lean with it, rock with it Throw some bake up in the pot with it Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it SongtexteWhen it get right we drop that ice and make it lock with it I tell em lean with it, rock with it Throw some bake up in the pot with it Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock with it, Ughh! [Verse 2:] I made a million off a mixtape Nigga get ya shit straight I'm sellin that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should've seen ya bitch face, Ughh! Fitfy cash in my pocket Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket I'm blowin money fast in my pocket Said it's lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash Club lit my last tag, could've bought a fast Jag The way these bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga with 'cho mad ass Rollie on me cost a whole brick Killers with me ain't go no pics These groupie bitches ain't got no sense So we make a movie on dem bitches no script [Hook] [Verse 3:] Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch Cause I hit it and then send it to the other strip Call me anything don't call me by my government Cause when I'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit If I ain't rockin with the Smith it's Parabellum shit Papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin shit Lean with it, rock with it Posted Mac. 11 in the lot with it Seven fifty gettin' busy with a box in it So when they pull us over they don't find dem Glocks in it [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania