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featuring 50 Cent and Kidd Kidd [Verse 1] I'm around the bullshit like a matador I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That pussy make a weak nigga break down So what you want, the cheese or the chicks? You want the chicks but you want the cheese A bitch gotta eat I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm bout mine You be that next nigga coroners come and outline You ain't made of what I'm made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch Your shoes come from Vegas Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? [Hook] You all know when we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot SongtexteStrapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louis Vuittons We up, nigga [Verse 2] Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy Bulletproof front flash, shinin', Armor All It feels like a nigga dreamin' Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin' Bulls eye, that's what we came for The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard Aloof livin', I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame [Hook] You all know when we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louis Vuittons We up, nigga [Verse 3] Round the world tourin', the city got borin' Bury Mike with cash, no life insurance Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Need a ranch, got too many horses Aus Songtexte Mania