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Everything real life nigga, roll up maniac You know, my young niggas really get money, really in the streets We in here really with the check though I've seen so much heroin last night it got me 'noid, oh lord Ooh, I think my bitch 'bout to get spoiled I've seen so much cocaine today it got me 'noid, oh lord Ooh, I think my kids 'bout to be spoiled I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check I done bought all new shit, switched up all of my whips I done bought a hundred more sticks, all of this money to go and get, I'm rollin' Count it out, these niggas hated on me but I'm bossed up I'm right here with the gang members Got four foreigns getting washed up You got to watch the niggas hang with you You done seen niggas trying to cross Buck I done bought another Rollie though VVS'd all my cross up Lord, they done pissed off Buck Do your thang, go and get off Buck Them crackers had you locked up in chains For a minute we thought we lost Buck I've been right here by them bands, bitch Should've never took me for granted SongtexteLater we gon' handle it but them green things just landed I've seen so many pounds of kush it got me 'noid, oh lord Ooh, we 'bout to roll it up and blow it I made so much money today, I thank the Lord, oh lord Ooh, get what you want, I'm paying for it I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check I done bought all new shit, switched up all of my whips I done bought a hundred more sticks, all of this money to go and get, I'm rollin' Cutthroat, cutthroat, call me anything but broke I've been laid back in a Maybach, staying way back from my truck load Nigga weighing up the money Gotta bring all my change back though I'm not playing with the money I plan on staying with the money You never had your hand on a hundred Had no idea when it's coming Gotta drop everything you doing right then so I don't plan on nothing I lock in, run that check up all week and pop xans on Sundays Pour a four in a Faygo and start listing all my baby mamas Fuck that, comma after comma Now I've got pounds of marijuana She don't want me then I don't bother Run up a check and we don't argue Go 'head, ball on them young nigga Time for you to get out that Georgia Gotta run it up right now 'cause we ain't promised tomorrow I've seen so many pints today it got me 'noid, oh lord Ooh, I'm 'bout to pop a seal and pour it I took so many percocets it got me 'noid, oh lord Ooh, there's nothing that I can't afford I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check I done bought all new shit, switched up all of my whips I done bought a hundred more sticks, all of this money to go and get, I'm rollin' Aus Songtexte Mania