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(Hook) Got so tough 4 way today Got money stashed in my momma's backyard Got a bag of money hid away Got it stashed in my momma's backyard A nigga play with my money he ain't here today A nigga dead in my momma backyard Can't forget the plays that I hit the safe I got stashed in my momma's backyard Been a player with the pay Ye started with a maid That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye (Verse) I'm a survivor, race car driver A drink with no mollies mixed with tranquilizers I shoot at my rivals I race for your title I'm the average kid the berry rick your idol Your bitch on pilot, a good dick rider She sucked it all night and cooked the a for the side on Been gambling 2 days, poker money then pound up Holding exntended clips like the police allow us No I.O.U I don't fuck with the vowels Or sweat backstage underneath of a towel Me and Lil Wayne been doing 72 hours SongtexteRemember how we broke I used to wish of a prowler My jewel so cold then my ring jewel colder I told her when she suck my dick to do this shit louder My mouth too foul and it need to get behind her My breath is killing you imagine this shit more wilder Deep this shit real I can feel in the shot Pedophile dough , price's 14 5's And the dope so good that I bring you some powder Feed the bags are OG I don't fuck with the sour (Hook) Got so tough 4 way today Got money stashed in my momma's backyard Got a bag of money hid away Got it stashed in my momma's backyard A nigga play with my money he ain't here today A nigga dead in my momma backyard Can't forget the plays that I hit the safe I got stashed in my momma's backyard Been a player with the pay Ye started with a maid That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye (Verse) My bitch bad , my money long My weed loud, my team strong I ain't rolling on lesser scrum I just bright your bitch tonight That's why I invited her to spend the night My glock black and my coupe too I drive these bitches coocoo I ain't never ever ever love these hoes I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dough Can't say Philly can't take care of my folk They say I leave a last meal everywhere I go Nigga fuck with Gucci I seeing my little nigga to cut off his leg Nigga snitch on daddy you guessed again one in the head All of my niggas from the gutter I love to fuck her but I don't love her All of my niggas told bitch got too fresh We ain't got time for no tussles I put it on everything I love Rule nr. 1 nigga show no love My cuz was a crip , my blood was a blood Everything I got , I got it out the mud (Hook) Got so tough 4 way today Got money stashed in my momma's backyard Got a bag of money hid away Got it stashed in my momma's backyard A nigga play with my money he ain't here today A nigga dead in my momma backyard Can't forget the plays that I hit the safe I got stashed in my momma's backyard Been a player with the pay Ye started with a maid That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye Aus Songtexte Mania