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    I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
    And fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap
    Kermit you better think before you ribbit
    Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
    I pop up like exzibit
    Forget it I'm at your krivitz
    Not to put no fuckin fish tanks in your civics
    Fuck getting your ride pimped
    Ull get hard tyed wimped
    Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
    It's been a good year mayb I shud ride with lim
    Cause your boy jus stay above the game
    They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
    But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
    Go 'head nigga, say another name
    Take dis family for a joke I had way a brothagames
    And I'm a get u sucka I've been scheming with dis keenin
    Aimin with dis daymin
    I'm puttin dat major pain in
    My lil man zonia marlon and shonia
    Lay da beef on dis noodle
    Make some noodle lasagna
    40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
    You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
    You only see me pushin if the drivers side
    I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
    The drop top, dey say the social drive expired
    So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab


    Uh I get money like a *mufucka*
    Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
    I got everything
    You got nuthing
    You ain't got nuthin on me
    Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *mufucka*
    Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
    I got everything
    You got nuthing
    You ain't got nuthin on me


    I'm on da grind till da police come
    With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
    Or... I let that semi twirl youh
    Now you could follow the drip
    Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
    Wen we slop you like seconds
    Obey me like peasents
    Or get opened up like presents
    Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect
    Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
    Say cheese
    My doughs a bit longer
    My flow is jus slaughter
    My wrists look like frozen polin spring water
    So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
    I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
    Havent u all heard (what?)
    Ya'll all heard(yup)
    I stick toothpicks(where)
    In ya all durbs
    Listen,
    I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
    Octopus(whatelse)
    Oysters
    Chaa
    I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
    I'll have her lick me up(up)
    And den wipe me down(down)
    She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
    She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
    She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
    So I gave her knee pads for da rug
    It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
    U surfboy dudes get wiped out


    Uh I get money like a *mufucka*
    Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
    I got everything
    You got nuthing
    You ain't got nuthin on me
    Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *mufucka*
    Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
    I got everything
    You got nuthing
    You ain't got nuthin on me


    Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
    It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
    My money don't fold nor bends
    Mercedes maybach, grey black
    And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
    F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
    No, better yet like diddy take dat
    Wait rats I hate rats
    I clean dem out like ajax
    Got paper like A fax machine
    Ansanin
    Damn I mean assanon
    Dappa don
    After thine dere will be non
    Damn I mean dere will be nun
    I will be one
    Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen
    Or heard carter-d havard ya'll scared
    Not me
    Not I
    Call me young popeye
    Tell bruno I'm a nuno
    I'll bring ral to your funrol
    Damn I mean funeral funerol
    You say tomato I say tamata
    U say get em I say got em
    Yea I got em
    Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
    I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
    You fly
    But what is it to pilot
    Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
    Damn I mean foot up in your ass
    I kick dat shit I gon put it in da trash
    Diesel


    Uh I get money like a *mufucka*
    Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
    I got everything
    You got nuthing
    You ain't got nuthin on me
    Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka
    Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa
    yeaa uh
    You ain't got nuthin on me


    Yeaa im gettin money like a mufucka
    Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
    I got everything
    You got nuthing
    You aint got nuthin on me

    Yeaa im gettin money like a mufucka
    Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
    Yeaa*

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