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See, I ain’t fucking bitches I just get they money
Get around a small mil, big bitch at night time
I don’t keep it secret, they all know that it is my grind
Some of them be threes and fours, they make me feel special though
Cause by fucking with me they feel like a special ho
I just keep it real, all across this rap shit
Best duo ever and we didn’t have to do no backflips
This that Main Attrakz shit, OG got the thumper
And it’s resting in his lap shit, I’m backseat texting
I’m backseat flexing, never backseat sexing
Always in the studio my music way fresher
My bars incarcerate me, records got me a record
And record after record, I keep buzzing harder
I tell girls my war stories, feeling like my father
Rolling O-Water, skinny nigga Squadda
Green Ova 1 through 5, living what we taught ya
Living what we taught ya, living what we taught ya
Green Ova 1 through 5, living what we taught ya
You can’t hate, you can’t hate, chuch
Some just do it for the sport and don’t play it in court
Caught up like a fish net, now she’s getting your check
Should’ve pulled the Nick Cannon, maybe then I’d understand it
Hopping out of foreign things, counting paper she be handing
Now and Later? That’s the candy that explains how I feel
Salute the smell all on your body, sergeant wants to drill
You eat the dick, you starving still? Then we can get a mil
A mil? Baby, add it up a lot of meals
She’s lost in this world, smoking weed, popping pills
College money got her rocking J’s, no heels
Some of my turf bitches ain’t up on Google
Think I’m selling the dream so I don’t say what I’m doing
Just a regular grind and getting cheddar up
7−11, I’m up steam from the twos cooking up
Stand tall on them, have them looking up
Have your bitch alley-ooping, let’s ball, give it up