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Yo, ayo, ayo on God, mom talk money, she fix French toast Then she stresses me to fill in for those who went ghost Stress, broke, she stresses after me too With her cheap shoe, broke dudes have to be cude We gotta eat well, laugh often A glasshouse or a glass coffin You talk money, I'll have your cash talking It's back on, I gotta back off it 'Cause my son is no longer and his dad lost it It's just me and you now, for you, I'll buy you happiness Love seeing you smile You kept the grass cut for your friend, he weeded you out Remember I took em in and let em sleep on the couch? I should kill him, I'll leave em in your hands But he'll never take another seat in the tour van Another one opens after the door slams Trust your devotion, just ask [?] Yo, Will needed to know You be in the studio, she wants the speakers to blow Don't worry godson 'cause we on the go All we need is a month and a week to grow We'll talk tomorrow, soon as the pack land (Pack land) I know them guys like my backhand (Let's go!) 2 o'clock, just come, don't call me You know I run the whole army SongtexteAyo! I talk different, from wrong picture Lifting weight, doing construction in the kitchen, I'm forklifting I'm day-dreaming about Forbes listing Talk business, having walks outside, I think the walls' listening It's hard when your dog is snitching Cut em off, it's funny how the wrong words get you a long sentence Niggas is loving the wrong bitches I fuck em and getaway, our relationship long distance All of my boys getting rich, enjoying benefits You gotta get a brick to join the membership Broke bread with loyal nemesis Percentages go to lawyers that help me avoid sentences Now we're all on businesses Shout out to the OG's and loyal women I was in the trenches with Niggas know I'm all militant Employ these boys for decoys to come destroy villages Used to collect ants in a red Benz I set trends, take one [?] and [?] twins Fuck you and your dead friends Parade on your head, as light as a feather Now you're the Redskins Nigga, I'm trying to bread win Twenty shots, she get fed ten bullets gon' make his head spin He was drunk, so he bled fair He a snake, this big gun on my waist gon' make him shed skin Trust! Aus Songtexte Mania