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Stevie Wonder on the pianos Geechi Liberace in the building Ray Charles on the flute Suede wallabies, I follow policies Always give her game every time she swallow me Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees Being overseas is a daily routine Young niggas traveling the world, that's just been in our genes Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down 8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound Hit the Bay and let Berner know that I want a pound In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around 305 nigga 'til they gun me down Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house When the shots ring, even cops pause Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math SongtexteMake it rain, shorty, better throw it back It's leather bed ringin' man 80 bands Middle of the floor, time for the money dance It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear Big Ducky in Fruit town, he 2000 Tony draped in H-Town with the coupes out These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house Fake niggas, it's time that we pull ya skirts up At the table and pussy niggas ain't worth nothing Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in decision line Nothing realer than Boobie sentence he's still alive Niggas body dropping like a Holocaust The glory of war really your mama loss First time all your kids got to play together Holding hands, bow our heads, let us play together Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back It's leather bed ringin' man 80 bands Middle of the floor, time for the money dance I cut off some more friends and family members Hope they know I'm the wrong nigga, a cold villain Haters still hating 50 million later I'mma tell you like a player, better get some paper Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, "Free my dogs" Little homie didn't rob, but he took the charge Dade County niggas still behind them bars Aus Songtexte Mania