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I be layin' low I be layin' low I be layin' low I be layin' low, tryna double up my fee All I really know's no love for the police Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me Try and make it grow like the money on the tree Brother got the O, then he cut it into three I just got back home from my charges overseas Now I'm back up on the road with the duffel of the weed Brother you know who I Get in the taxi, mix the sesh with the baccy And then I give her satisfaction like I'm Benny Benassi I'm heavily active, I'm 'bout to go do ten for a cassie So if you're tryna get the cali then you better get at me I got the packs, devour any man Just took a xan, 13 hours till I land Nah, I ain't Drake, but the power's in my hand This is God's plan, you couldn't understand, I'm the ma'fuckin', argh Play your cards right like Yu-Gi-Oh It not what you know, bruh, it's who you know Shout to my dealer out in Spain I don't even know his name, so fuck it, we call him Julio SongtexteGot this girl touching her toes I'm fucking a ho, the bubble butt, we fuck her and go No cuddling, though, we tryna get the funds on the go We ain't no ordinary people like we Bugzy Malone If she wants a flight: business class We don't check the price: business card People wonder why they ain't blowing up 'Cause they focused on the money and sluts and the business last Cocaina got me ready to blow The bags rocky like Sylvester Stallone So fuck tryna get the Gucci, that be stupid, I'll invest in a home And keep my billy in the car 'cause I sesh on the go, like Doubled up the fee All I really know's no love for the police Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me Try and make it grow like the money on the tree Brother got the O, then he cut it into three I just got back home from my charges overseas Now I'm back up on the road with the duffel of the weed 'Cause I be layin low, tryna double up my fee All I really know's no love for the police Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me Try and make it grow like the money on the tree Brother got the O, then he cut it into three I just got back home from my charges overseas Now I'm back up on the road with the duffel of the weed Brother, you know who I *Inhales* Will Smith on the rhythm, the way we swish blaze Switchblade, cuttin' up for six days Six bottles of liquor and six thick babes 6.8 of the canny up where the crib stay Impossible missions like I was Ving Rhames (Vring vring) Versace, we rock a thick chain Only rock with the women that like a big Range Thicker than a Snicker, I super freak-it like Rick James I super freak-it like Rick James, argh I super freak-it like Rick James Aus Songtexte Mania