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I love my nigga next to me I got a rider who would die for me I fuck back and forth YSL I do this for Maze in the motherfuckin' trenches I go get it, I go get it My niggas gon' and get it I got some niggas comin' with me to the top and I'mma take 'em And I know them niggas hatin', but I'm waiting, I got patience I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga I go ride on a nigga I go ride all them niggas And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them niggas I go ride all them niggas Go around all them niggas I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got popped Couple homies they got shot (tutututututu) I don't count it for a man I want that money and I ain't first And I ain't lost and I gon' get it and get it Fuck I leave it all adjustin' SongtexteBitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket That's why all you niggas watchin', come try me, the option is only you nigga I don't get no money, fuck with true niggas I'm so stiff on y'all hoes Nigga know how I harsh and I get money on them hoes (racks racks) I'm tryna accomplish my goals All these niggas bitches and I know it for sure I got different whips, I got cars galore I got different bitches, I got women galore All I know is money and I need me some more You know I ain't just talkin', they know this And I just popped that motherfucker, I show shit I'm already hood-rich, and I tryna go legit I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga I go ride on a nigga I go ride all them niggas And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them niggas I go ride all them niggas Go around all them niggas I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got fucked Couple homies they got shot (tutututututu) I don't count it for a man Never had a job and never plan on getting one I came here they rowdy bitches know it's one on one Let's meet there, relax, I won Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue 500 cash with me that's why I got this bag on (racks) I came from rags to riches now tryna sell out the dome My bitches skinny dippin' they all got thongs on You ain't tryna get rich you gotta gone gone gone I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul Tryna be the reason niggas hating on all y’all Stayed down in this law, we get paid off Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ay Nigga stack a G like a Phillipean And we smokin' weed, drinkin' codeine (drank it, drank it) And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees) And I got some water, you can't walk in these Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (let's have a party) We got options, you can drink some Act, red or green? All this [?] I drink Got me tearin' up the fuckin' street I see [?] nigga , I know CD I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga I go ride on a nigga I go ride all them niggas And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them niggas I go ride all them niggas Go around all them niggas I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got fucked Couple homies they got shot (tutututututu) I don't count it for a man Aus Songtexte Mania