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Yeah We done seen it all And done it all We don't trust these niggas Word, word to my nigga, P Brodie's bitch is back out, rocking these platinum chains She give it to a thorough nigga, that's my claim of fame Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore Get chauffeured under the stars, you can forget how you was livin' before She keep it P with a player, so she never at me I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me Lil' niggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet Sent through a cleanin' crew, they pressin' with that iron (Ah) Look a nigga in the eyes, see if he gon' cross Cocoa number five bitch eatin' up a boss Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest coke You might OD off this shit, nigga, ain't never enough Richie Mil' cost a house, it ain't never enough Seven hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (Ah) Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day SongtexteFrom trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah) I cook that white girl uncut, you might OD Drop thirty-six in a Pyrex, stay low-key Put a nigga on suicide watch, they try and play me Spent a million dollars on the watch, chasin' a big B Talkin' hip-hop, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs Live like a shotta, I bring fire to the club Lookin' up to mobsters as kids, that was us Teflon Pluto, I'm not the nigga you can touch (Ah) Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah) Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah) That's just my opinion, I don't listen to that bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'? Like some people think that's hot Some people actually think that shit is hot Like, come on, who you gon' listen to, them or P? Who the veterans? Who the seasoned veterans at this shit That can tell you what's hot and what's not? You know what I'm sayin'? That's, there you have it, son And I ain't on no hater shit, I ain't a hater Do your thing, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? But personally, this today is not poppin', son Aus Songtexte Mania