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That's not too much Anybody lay one finger on a dollar, they get touched Standin' on my own two feet in the street, need no crutch On the money track a it's rush, tell me, what's the hold up? I went to California for the goldrush Bank account on swole, I put the doors up I race the police doin' two hunnid, can't slow up All of my opps, they wanted smoke, so I had to roll up I'm the only when the pressure hit, I ain't fold up Matter fact, I done doubled down I heard that you run the city, when I showed up, got the runaround I wish a mafucka would so I could feel good when I gun him down Y'all big homies bitch-made, my big homies shot a hunnid rounds Stayin' strapped on this side Been had the fishscale on me, no fish fry Know my next move, I ain't even gotta decide Bitch said I fold under pressure, well the bitch lied I ain't takin' baby steps, I'ma take a big stride I'm a diamond in the rough I'ma die 'bout my respect My diamonds priceless cuts So I'm comin' for your neck And you can't buy respect But you could get hit with this tech I'ma flood out my baguettes Letras de cancionesWhen I pull up to collect, ayy, yeah I keep a P like I was slidin' in mercedes Back in 2012, was goin' codeine crazy Artists got me jaded But I done made it out the mud, so motherfucka, it's amazin' What's with all the hatred? Oh, you mad 'cause you wanted me here stretched out on the pavement Me and death flirtatious But I made pleasure from the pain like I'm a fuckin' dominatrix I slide on 'em, slide, you can't hide from him I take ya for a wild ride when I'ma ride on 'em I'm 'bout my business like I got a suit and tie on 'em My homie serve the eightball and he got the nine on him I'm a diamond in the rough I'ma die 'bout my respect My diamonds priceless cuts So I'm comin' for your neck And you can't buy respect But you could get hit with this tech I'ma flood out my baguettes When I pull up to collect, ayy, yeah From Letras Mania