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Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh One for the money, two for the show Three for these mad ass, sad ass hoes She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 444 Fives in this bitch, you know we reppin' that double 0 He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll All my opps are hoes all my opps getting exposed Too much money on his head He can't do shit cause he broke When I woah you can tell I ain't When I talk he getting chose yeah I get it Bitch saw money now she so heavy I switched her whole status I changed her life I been fighting my best shit happening thing I think about twice That shit don't bother me niggas been stealing swag all my life These hoes don't bother me I can't be bothered I'm the black Feel like I'm on the x-files My bitch x'd up Can't wait to be putting him down Letras de cancionesHe think he next up Doing this shit that you rap about That boy a wrestler I'm charged up I can pop the tesla My nigga get your bars up She just popped a Xan These niggas ain't fucking with me Let's go band for band You ain't flexing on me bitch you flexing on your fan That mil you made in a year I made in one day go ask my mans Fuck you talkin' 'bout? This shit loaded Every time I hit that concert, it's like karaoke Keep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like Loki Hardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me I'm going Mozart, I'm going Shakespeare I'm a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes here I have bread, I'm makin' bread, shawty Bread, bread, shawty Bread, bread, shawty Get your bread, bread, bread hoe Fucking on your hoe Oh I got her legs up Fucking on your hoe You ain't no way keep your head up Fucking on another nigga hoe because she fed up I ran out of but the police fed up He say I'm an opp why the fuck he ain't saying nothing Baby girl call me back I'm about to get my dreads in a retwist I trap shit like Three 6, we the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia Pop shit but ain't nothing popping up Yeah these niggas don't pop Can't tell you if I sell my soul or not I forgot Everybody tough and gangster until they got shot One for the money Two for these thots Three for these drugs I'm having a lot If a nigga I'm a hop on my G5 I'm fried I'm not tired I would've died if I lied Put racks on, put racks on that Bag on that, Pateks on that Camouflage huh, gang shit How you more what you going to do when you get paid I've been rocking, I've been rapping, I've been raging She said she miss me yeah I miss stage Ain't no competition all these niggas in the way Ain't no competition huh I know I'm ok Ain't pressed bout none of these niggas Ain't stressed bout none of these bitches I've been counting up too much shit Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh One for the money, two for the show Three for these mad ass, sad ass hoes She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 444 Fives in this bitch, you know we reppin' that double 0 He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll All my opps are hoes all my opps getting exposed Too much money on his head He can't do shit cause he broke From Letras Mania