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Super Villain, I been that nigga I'm gettin money with ya, then let's get richer Join the clique, you gotta be enlisted Whole team persistent when it come to gettin it Beat the pack out, Sonny Liston Cool nigga, but don't get it twisted Plotting on us, I wouldn't risk it Hit speed dial to call up the hittas (the hittas) I be gettin to this money shipe I ain't slept in a hundred nights On the grind gettin this bag right I'll catch some Z's in my next life Left Tokyo on a late flight Kush got my eyes red like brake lights You ain't livin like that, you got stage fright Keep a bad bitch that give me head right Back to the rappin and trappin Still bout that action, who askin? SV, I grind with a passion Smoking grams straight out the package My feet up in the cut relaxin You want the gas pack, boy I'm taxin You want the strong pack, boy I'm taxin No shorts or losses, straight stacking (uh) Runnin it up like I'm Emmitt (Emmitt) SongtexteMakin plays like Pippen (Pippen) In the kitchen straight whippin (whippin) No apron, I'm drippin (drippin) Real talk, no gimmick (no gimmick) Master P, no limit (no limit) No L's, we winnin Can't back out the game, I'm too deep in it (Uh) trap phone jumpin like JR I'm like Steph Curry with the play calls (plays calls) Graveyard shift, no days off Only big money on the radar (radar) Niggas can't see me like Ray Charles (uh) Hatin niggas, they can feel the AR (uh) Paint the whip red like crayon (yeah) Made a money pile just to lay on (yeah) Got a red bone, she give good head dog (uh) She bad, but the bitch talk my head off (ha) Get lost, you ain't talkin no bread dog Made a few plays then I peeled off Mad bricks like my jump shot been off Rich nigga shit what I been on Fuck a bitch then I tell her get gone (get gone) Drew Brees flow in the end zone (yeah) No drop top, but I got the hard top Bag full of money at the car lot No sleep, I been trappin a whole lot (whole lot) Paranoid, make sure the door locked (door locked) Got the crib smelling like a grow house Hope I don't roll in when they roll out (uh) Time to re-up when it's sold out (uh) Trap, dog, til they kick the door down (what) Runnin it up like I'm Emmitt (Emmitt) Makin plays like Pippen (Pippen) In the kitchen straight whippin (whippin) No apron, I'm drippin (drippin) Real talk, no gimmick (no gimmick) Master P, no limit (no limit) No L's, we winnin Can't back out the game, I'm too deep in it Thurman Thomas, Roger Craig Barry Sander with a bag of bread Tucked under my arm, when Spitta fled Touch down, beat the point spread I'm runnin it up unsportsmanlike Ron Artest, I ball and fight Short in stature, stand tall for mine I want all of mine like right on time But early fine, lay that out Don't wait for no balance, just pay that out You throwing your ones in the strip club I'm throwing out racks in the car lot I pulled up, stepped in With the gas lit, we chillin Thirty bottles, couple hittas Couple gold diggers worth millions So I don't talk to just anyone You better have your hands into some Come up, put the money away Make another play and then you stunt Everything a go when it's all about dough (when it's all about dough) Us niggas ain't slow (us niggas ain't slow) In the bank we well known Runnin it up like I'm Emmitt (Emmitt) Makin plays like Pippen (Pippen) In the kitchen straight whippin (whippin) No apron, I'm drippin (drippin) Real talk, no gimmick (no gimmick) Master P, no limit (no limit) No L's, we winnin Can't back out the game, I'm too deep in it Aus Songtexte Mania