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Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga, get yo' bread up La-da-da-da-da-da-da Shined up my shoes and jumped in my ride Feeling like a pimp doing 55 In a 5-7, clean as a reverend LS3 so, G, keep my engine revving Hella Heaven, you can’t tell a legend See what you don’t know you won’t know enjoy your beverage Separate with severance, I’m Rich Paul and Maverick Libra gang, so you know that I’m leveraged I keep that black book and the black heat and seldom seen Like I own a hundred thousand Krispy Kreme’s I’m doing doughnuts, the homies go nuts See when Dogg in the town, nigga, we turn up Off that muthafuckin E-4-O mango-scotto Nigga, we sip it out the bottle I’m in the bay for a day, let me bubble this play And show you niggas how I parlay Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga, get yo' bread up La-da-da-da-da-da-da Double R from the O, I mean a long time ago We took me from the 9-8 block to the indo store SongtexteSo I can make a quick purchase and run it back I’m on my silicone shit, spend 10 made back a hundred stacks It’s amazing how I hustle in so many ways Count revenue streams in so many ways We never watch the clock, so we don’t know how many days I’m the quarterback 'cause I got so many plays Digitally bit, physically fit Snoop Dogg and the Mekanix, nigga, this that shit Bang that, bang that, bang that, slap Make a nigga say bring that back Now, do I like her or do I love her? I put my shit in gear and burn rubber Spice one and short Dogg on the zap mayne You wouldn’t know about it, nigga, its a bay thang Dope era, beast mode Candy paint, zenus and vogue's (yes sir) More deals to close, more bills to fold Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga, get yo' bread up La-da-da-da-da-da-da Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga, get yo' bread up La-da-da-da-da-da-da G bands and chops, orange juice and yachts Prescription bottles, filled to the top (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Filled with the rocks, the dope game (Crack, nigga) VIPs for sale, we was blowing shade (Everything) Now I'm on top bigger thangs, I like real estate (Keep goin', Larry) I like platinum on my wrist, I did that today (Yeah, shit, swear to God) I’m a smooth ass nigga with a pocket full of cake (Cake) "Larry, where you from?" Bitch, I'm from the bay (Yeah, Frisco) Dippin' and drippin' I keep it on me I'm trippin' Whole lot of women, they all say that I’m different (Yeah, damn) Fitted to my toes, I like bank rolls Bitch you need speed it up, you know the bank finna close (Numbers) A kick in the freezer, a 40 in the stove I cried in the trap when I lost Quinn Coleman You don't wanna see me win, I keep my head up I'm goin' hard everyday and never lettin' up What's happenin'? Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga, get yo' bread up La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga, get yo' bread up La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Aus Songtexte Mania