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Money come, money go, black Monte Carlo Niggas set the bar low With the tech nine and the set cargo Slow the cargo, it's escargot Was taught never let your cards show Hold the Roscoe Niggas told the cops, now the spot's blown (we out) Robberies with the costume Send shots at your top phone We tycoons, my nigga, we are not coons, not cool Thousand dollar croc shoes Sliding in 'em, living like a Yakub I'm out in Yemen, you nibblin' on dry food Crab rappers don't wanna frack us My back is like B.A. Baracus Smash ratchets till the shaft of my penis is flaccid This is classic, I'm thinking past G Wagons Mink draggin', Supercat "Cabin Stabbin" That's what's happening Jacket made of calf skin The light that I'm basking in, remember shit in on And you don't quit It don't last, baby It never did, it never have, baby SongtexteYour raps small change, coin of phrase The Ralph Lauren shit I'm sporting, this is oil base Your whore coil like a snakeskin It's like Watergate skipped the court date just to fornicate Warpaint face, your mixtapes done in poor taste I'm watching horses race, court made With the quarter to eight Slipped your whore the bait My shit is more than great, what I orchestrate I just want my niggas to all be straight Cause where I often lay it ain't coffee cake Used to book niggas for chains and leathers Cook 'caine, now I grab the wood-grain in the seven The game is a lesson My breathren got knocked for possession after I was stressin' Move with discreteness Peace to Mexican niggas that carry weapons Big butt bitches in leggings and 54-11's Smith and Wesson's, I capture the best essence Thirsty heffers ass pass the refreshments A fresh prince Wipe the hammer down, I think I left prints Nigga Aus Songtexte Mania