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Yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah If you ain't talkin' money Than you should probably shut the fuck up Niggaz are tellin''to their homies and they're even Yeah,those bitches love me And I swear they really love me 'Don't believe everything that wind flies Lookin' at the city through a king's eyes I ain't got a twin I'ma do it king size I'm just trying to win and keep it like it's ' Yeah,yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah You all are ready for war Press it if it is an issue Yeah,nigga ,make it happen Send the niggaz that hit you You know how things are But my third eye is working Keepers are official 'No stones create crystals SongtexteThat's the type of shit I'm into 'And niggaz act like they seeing me Yeah,yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah Like I ain't got a quarter Like I aint got a dollar Ain't no limit like a masterpiece If you have the pleasure,than ask me I have the key That's the way it has to be Nothing like it nigga That means there's no one after me We are most likely winners And a fucking billion You just look at me from the window Let's get the heat makers Shot the screen TV What's up? What?What's up? Yeah,yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah,yeah Yeah,yeah Aus Songtexte Mania