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(feat. Lil' O) [Intro:] Count my money, party with bitches Hundreds and fitties, big ass titties Count the green, get in between those titties [talking:] I lay mine down at the do', huh [Hook: x2] Me and my niggaz, we got rules with these bitches (don't let em know your hand, putting em all in your bidness) They ain't that special ass, but provide twenty bitches (and keep your mind, on your motherfucking riches) [Mr. 3-2:] These broads be bopping club hopping, trying to see what they could get I know before a trick, trying to come up I fit Business and pleasure don't mix, with Mr. 3-2 I'ma smash and pass the ass, to my partnas when I'm through Who's fucking who, behind closed do's Real playas get chose, and keep they mind on papo' 24/7 around the clock, it don't stop I bust a nut and burn out, conversation is all I got These bitches plot and scheme, running con game SongtexteOn any motherfucker, that they seeing having change The fortune and fame, is far from the love potent Better play it like it go, cause these girls is cut throat [Clay-Doe:] What I don't need to hear, is a bitch that just gave up Her face and rear, in my motherfucking ear Last year was last year, hoe it ain't the same Your pass main thang, to fuck off your brain I'm ahead of the game, that these tricks be playing Crushing ass in a van, I feel shit you saying Like this dumb bitch, that use to talk a bunch of shit Trying to come up, but all she got to do is lunch with it Planted my fists, laws with these fucking drawas and jaws Conversate her fun without, no stars and flaws Clay-Docious game ferocious, coat dropper Don't care if you a show stopper, I got nothing for no bopper [Hook x2] [Lil' O:] Fat Rat Wit Da Cheese, boy I rip up blocks When I make my glock, hiccup shots Niggaz be picking up they jaws, when a nigga come pick up they cot Take they main bitch, and split her twat Hit her spot like ten men, that's why she dent in And called her girlfriends, and had to mention That that Lil' O nigga, he don't play no games Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names Say cocaine, and watch boys say Lil' O Got whatever hustlers need, from a brick to a O I do my bidness old school, man you get it and go Jackers get wet, from they head to they toe I said it befo' [Mike D:] Everytime you hit the pussy, bitches acting like you warm Put nothing past them nigga, trust em far as you can throw em I show em what I mob off, in a Escallade on 20 inches If it ain't my main thang, pass em off to my niggaz See I supply figgas, so game reco' game On my toes like ballerinos, when dealing with dames See you's a fool, if your main hoe chucking the puddy And every nigga in the hood, distributing cookies And y'all rookies got these hookies, so far in your mix On how you break down bricks, and double up on thirty six Better act like you know, cause niggaz'll slide hoes up under ya Trade they ass for ya cash, and leave your dumb ass pondering [Hook x4] Aus Songtexte Mania