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Yeah, my guy Morris, oh yeah Woo, this that Loren Miller shit, yeah Peep me out Yeah, niggas laughin', them niggas lookin' quite funny They saw me chillin' with Meek, I was fat and lookin' quite bummy Smartest niggas who diss me, them niggas lookin' like dummies They never thought that they'd see me, I come in lookin' like money I swear, park the Bentley in the hood and still say what's up A nigga dick is worth money, bitches should pay to fuck Never forget the real, these niggas countin' me out Like I ain't spendin' on that, nigga, this shit for bills But ain't no fallin', I'm big ballin', my bitches ill Her dress is fitted, the kicks is killed, she the shit for real These niggas get on they tough shit, I'ma get the steel and eat Talkin' Wolfgang Puck shit when they ship the meal Helen diamonds, I gots the boss on the trip, you know Grill up the calamari, the lobster sauce for the drip, that's real So much money, I feel like I need a posse I'm killin' you seed, cocky I'm breaded like DiBiase, it's JAG My time comin', it's the maker And we just tryna double up that pay stub The whole world changin', you should shape up And you can feel my soul when I speak Letras de cancionesSpeak, ain't tryna preach, tryna preach Follow me, yes I've got the mess Let me speak, ain't tryna preach, tryna preach Best believe you gon' get that mess Look, uh, Swizz Beatz' dad told me to stay calm Black power, dark skin and wavy, I feel like Akon They approach me like they talkin' to Joffrey, like what you say, bruh? Prolly kick me out the game for my words, I feel like Dre ma I was movin' hand to hand, door to door, like Avon Mama made a great, got her walkin' 'round like she's Jay's mom Yeah, I never look to fail, remember niggas had to eyeball 'Cause I ain't have no bread, the cops took the scale I get a deal, I look to sell, these niggas look to tell Ballin' but I still'd be the coach, it's like they booked Latrell I ain't impressed, talkin' high shit, fly on the jet Tile the text, tell a bad bitch to lie on her chest A nigga fly, I leave the brib and land right on the mess That's the shit, I kiss her neck and land right on her breasts Boss move, I got a table 'fore I got in the club 'Cause a nigga drownin' up in money, feel like Pac in the tub JAG My time comin', it's the maker And we just tryna double up that pay stub The whole world changin', you should shape up And you can feel my soul when I speak Speak, ain't tryna preach, tryna preach Follow me, yes I've got the mess Let me speak, ain't tryna preach, tryna preach Best believe you gon' get that mess From Letras Mania