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Yeah, yeah Yeah, So Yeah, yeah Yeah, So, so Nigga, yeah, yeah Aye, aye They know that's it's Dolla Reportin' from top of the mountain Know that I'm scoutin' whores Plannin' on countin' more Big racks, click clack Get back if you plannin' on hoppin' out Gotta grab money, I bought a new choppa, how Made it up out the town Still makin' shit that'll make you light coppers down So I'm like, yeah, new .40, new clip New shorty suck dick If the hoe gon' trip, then I'm switchin' my bitch In another nigga trap, and I'm gon' hit licks If I'm needin' a brick, if I'm needin' a fix Yeah they know I'm a fiend, leanin' like triple beams You can't fuck wit' my team, yeah we on it like bulls-eyes Found loot, sittin' poolside, know they pay me to be here They know I'm important, everything I'm recording Swear [?] movies [?], I'm living a film Letras de cancionesAl Pacino forreal, move around with the steel Fuck around you get killed, fuck around pop a pill Catch a case, get appeal, pussy Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I see hoes in the spot Pullin' up in the drop That shit ain't hard, shit is pop Running down on the opp Shooting down every cop Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I see hoes in the spot Pullin' up in the drop That shit ain't hard, shit is pop Running down on the opp Shooting down every cop Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I see hoes in the spot Pullin' up in the drop That shit ain't hard, shit is pop Running down on the opp Shooting down every cop Yeah, Yea- From Letras Mania