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(Mo-Mo-MovinBricks got the sauce, ho) Come through the block with a stick and a camera, tryna do damage Just poured a four in the two liter Fanta, it taste like candy Glock weight a ton like it's Randy I fucked that bitch in the Camry My new bitch give dome, call her Sandy I want me a mil’, fuck a Grammy You niggas be broke, I can't stand you If you want some guap, I can lend you This Glock like a rocket, I land it Nigga, if you want the smoke, we can plan it Bitch, when I was broke, we had the canned goods Walking to the school with my planner This Glock, it come with a mop like a janitor These niggas pussy as fuck, I can't stand ’em Come through with thе bands in my pants I just took a bad bitch to France That bitch wanna grab on my hands Tell the bitch to grab on my dick I don't givе a damn with your did It's about what you're doin' right now Got a hundred shooters in the background And I be quick to air it out Ah (Ah), ah (Ah) SongtexteAh (Ah), ah (Ah) Ah (Ah), ah (Ah) Ah (Ah), ah Ah (Ah), ah (Ah) Ah (Ah), ah (Ah) Ah (Ah), ah (Ah) Ah (Ah) Shut the fuck up, let that money talk I walk out the bank, I hit that funny walk My niggas put that money on your head, like a bounty hunt This bitch can't even give head, all she do is talk All she use is jaw, I got two new Glocks Call 'em Ying and Yang, call 'em Cheech and Chong When Lil Boom step in the paint, pass me the ball Please get the fuck out my way, don’t get involved Aus Songtexte Mania