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Featuring Meek Mill & Cassidy I'm right back in a new LLac Triple black flac, I'm in the jews back I'm in my to black and our numbers match School time nerds, we should go with 10 that AK 47, apprehend that Say who you wanna and get em sent back You tell the center it's fresh for Artie Now who wanna join? Meet the sorority Grand 5 grand, get in line niggas It's school day, bitches Spike lee at the floor seats Hoppin' on niggas gang It's just my done speed Wuddup? That word blank, shittin' on the termites I'm the best thing smokin' up the turn pipe I hear him caughin' up a lung now My man you ring bells, you hear that bong sound? Pocket full of money, that be millions Bottles have me ringin' and they really good Niggas that hatin' really starin' and they get it good Don't worry bout it homie cuz I'm a million They got me C.Grand, it's on the side SongtexteAnd I could even throw stacks, I bust that thang They call me Mr. Goddamn, that's my bitch They call me MR. GuessWhat, that's my bitch too (Hello!) I said killin' all South Beach, 20 grand on me Jury so loud like a marching band, homie Hide it in the stove, that should put pan on me I don't really do the problem pussy, I go hand money To the lamest Lamborgini, count them fetucini Swimmin' in your bitch, no water her bikini Your money so teenie just like mighty mo mini Boy I'm pickin' out these bitches just to tack em like a fetish And my wrist be on that hard clique Aside thorugh the subs like the bucket's so nautical She callin' you daddy? Well I'mma pick her daughter up Treat er like weekend and party her, marry her Ir that you bitch? That your chick? No it ain't, now you lie Every week she fuckin' me I beat it like some vital sound I'm so high, why am I on this heard I could be somewhere in the solar system But your bitch is rollin' with him Pocket full of money, that be millions Bottles have me ringin' and they really good Niggas that hatin' really starin' and they get it good Don't worry bout it homie cuz I'm a million They got me C.Grand, it's on the side And I could even throw stacks, I bust that thang They call me Mr. Goddamn, that's my bitch They call me MR. GuessWhat, that's my bitch too (Hello!) It's me again, me me again They watchin' me like CNS I'm very cute, drop a roof 4-8 coup they see me in I know you wish you could wear that exclusive gear that he be in Your money funny, comedian That's shit's why you don't wanna see me win If you wanna see me lose, I swear when I see you do I'mma squeeze the tools See u'm fly man fo But I'm a G so don't get SH It incolo Y'all mean homie home, I'm spittin' cooked crack You bet put my rack on the Got that nigga teen on, got a green on me Got that codeine on me Metamphetamines on me Niggas scheme on me so I keep Lebron team only And they got the same names as Achim homie Sent me far as bars, I come with plenty Cause my life like a reality show that wanna end Get me Pocket full of money, that be millions Bottles have me ringin' and they really good Niggas that hatin' really starin' and they get it good Don't worry bout it homie cuz I'm a million They got me C.Grand, it's on the side And I could even throw stacks, I bust that thang They call me Mr. Goddamn, that's my bitch They call me MR. GuessWhat, that's my bitch too (Hello!) Aus Songtexte Mania