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All my niggas, get your figures And all my bitches, work that body Yo, boss talk, nigga, start the car, let the Porsche talk Crib big as AC, yard like the boardwalk Models in the master bedroom, get your cough on Haze lit, kush lit, I move and I push ish I could send niggas to war like George Bush did Lv gators on, 20 G footprints Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly I was in the drop top when I dropped by You know it was a 2014 The work is white, but the money is all green Big boy dialog All the real niggas with integrity and respect Salute, I admire y'all Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass Been out all night, nigga grabbing on ass Riding 'round getting it My old bitch mad, I’m way too rich to be acting like that She got an attitude, I used to love her But now she mad at me cause I don’t fuck her Heat the courtroom like I’m fresh out the stove Wired like I’m on that blow Fur down to the floor, yeah, yeah SongtexteFur down to the floor Me and my niggas, fur down to the floor I got the perimeter covered It's what the thugs die for, but the women'll love it Hands on with the people, I blend in with the public Lyrically nobody equal, that’s the end of the subject That money still coming, them packs ain’t slow up They try to implicate me, but the facts ain’t show up It’s simple, all you gotta do is ask -- they know us Rocking that new shit before the racks even go up They lust 'em; the attitude came through customs Andy Warhol, Dom P's and mushrooms Yeah, fuck it, if it’s good, buy it all Desert Eagle firearm, big boy dialogue Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass Been out all night, nigga grabbing on ass Riding 'round getting it My old bitch mad, I’m way too rich to be acting like that She got an attitude, I used to love her But now she mad at me cause I don’t fuck her Heat the courtroom like I’m fresh out the stove Wired like I’m on that blow Fur down to the floor, yeah, yeah Fur down to the floor Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor Yo, my dialogue is Damier Red bottoms and mamis that wear Cartiers Racks in the club if I party there (racks) Bricks from Enrique’s little brother named Javier (Amen) Italian whips laced with Versace seats Got more ice than a hockey meet Yeah, we could do this shit properly You could buy a block, learned that from Monopoly Your girl getting top from a girl while she topping me Top five dead or alive, no stopping me Big boy dialogue, look what you'll never find A fly-er don, trying to get money like Viacom Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass Been out all night, nigga grabbing on ass Riding 'round getting it My old bitch mad, I’m way too rich to be acting like that She got an attitude, I used to love her But now she mad at me cause I don’t fuck her Heat the courtroom like I’m fresh out the stove Wired like I’m on that blow Fur down to the floor, yeah, yeah My-my-my-my fur down to the floor Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor All my niggas, get your figures And all my bitches, work that body All my niggas, get your figures And all my bitches, work that body Work that body Baby, work that body Aus Songtexte Mania