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M'-M'-M'-M', M'-M'-M'-M' BIg blunt still burning in the black big Benz Bad bitch sucking dick, 'bout to dent my rim Duffle bag full of hundreds, let her spend my tens Khaled told you pussy niggas all I do is win (Another one) Rolex full of boogaloos, my dawgs in the pen I'm fucking with a bitch, then she gotta be a ten (Ten) Diamonds on her neck (Neck), diamonds on her wrist (Wrist) I put her diamonds on her mouth 'cause it's diamonds on my dick I got diamonds on my hands (Hands), diamonds on my chest (Chest) G5, nigga, twenty thousand, I done made a mess All the feds taking pictures so I pose for the hoes Got the Phantom in the front, shooters at the back door All the strippers know the tippers, very big difference Got a gold chain swingin' in my name, eight figures Time to let your soul glow with a hundred bullet holes Now you screamin' to the Lord, why them boys done do you wrong? 'Fore I paint the picture, better read the scripture Here come the Grim Reaper, he in a pair of black Dickies Life is such a dirty game as you walkin' through the flame Stackin' all the bodies as they callin' out your name See me at the new arena, best seats at the game Haters still send subpoenas but my snipers got a aim Sell a lot of records, not the money that I made Or the bitches that we fuck 'cause we share a lot of names SongtexteAll the jewelers give me watches 'cause they wanna take a picture I be moving all the product, my new house is on the river (My new house is on the river, my new house is on the river My new house is on the river), my new house is on the river So I had to buy a boat, better yet, it's called a yacht I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop Peace M'-M' M'-M' Huh And I was raised to be a killer but I grew to be a hustler Beg your pardon, tell you sorry, I don't argue with the customer (Yeah, I don't argue with the customer) And I got two bad bitches and they crying for the white Play the cards in my hand right, they dyking by tonight Call the plug, bad news, tell the story 'til it's boring Sounding sketchy and he know it, I don't care, I need my coin And that's word to this dirty iron lying on my groin Any time, get in line like a rhyme in a poem White lines in my foreign, hit rewind on the porn That's your main? She my side, couple times, paid my bond Got a thousand eight grams of that glitter, come and get it Gettin' bands with the yams, fuck the fans on the Twitter Fuck the 'Gram, stop playin', white grams, I get rid of White bitch sucking dick, I'll leave her class on her sweater While I mash on the pedal, talking shit to her, tell her That I'm mad that I met her, bitch, don't ever push your head up Got the smackers on call, sliding bare face and all No shells, so well done, I let 'em take the vault Three C's, two M's, one G up in the Benz One liter of the lean, your main squeeze up in my lens (Your main squeeze up in my lens) Fake liter of the lean, your main squeeze up in my lens Huh I was raised to be a hustler, but I grew to be a killer I be moving all the product, my new house is on the river (My new house is on the river, my new house is on the river My new house is on the river), my new house is on the river So I had to buy a boat, better yet, it's called a yacht I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop (For the yayo that I cop) M'-M'-M' Maybach Music Aus Songtexte Mania