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Yo, body get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we doin what we've been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
Niggas wanna and shit (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of money out here, getcha on it
Uh uh, Most

Yo, I'm that who you wanna be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, fuck pop stars
bitches
Tounge the pussy
If I fall for a bitch, let me dont push me
Hatin ass nigga hafta slick sides
'cause outta look at my chain cause he dont ride
Yo aint cool wit Bonic, niggas fear me
And talk to the song so bitch dont hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me find out jealous
Hot, yo the best told us that we can get you
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
Taught you the you know so why test us
Dont bother me that shit'a ya neck
This week alone nigga I already ate ya
Let my check determine if I'm playin in vein
When you Boo it's cool
Cause sayin my name

Is it the way I live and I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and what I got is your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you dont what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops wanna see my C-L 6,
wanna frisk me
And young with dough I get they wanna twist me
You Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me
But dead or me doin a bid you miss me
This aint hate, its too love cause I'm richer
When I used to push them things, I quicker,
Niggas wanna cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin little sisters
I hear Most this (and)
Most that (uh huh)
Mr. dead broke (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. home with gun on my lap
And all frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my dough come and yours slower
You ass out winnin a used to go lower
And I'm to the boat and the cocaine grower
See red when I ya head like Noah nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't hand me a
I catch a bullet for em like my chain at the
Spit last round at a gunfall
A you the listener if you come for em
Die for the thats my dog forever
Hoes be like damn why always together
Two thata never be have is rich and thats you and another ass bitch

[Mr.]
Boobonic feed man I'll talk shit for you
Tell you to cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, come and spit for you
Bring hot heads make the shit for you
Ride for you till our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for they got it fucked up
Like chicks that need a perm they click and up
off on the bike and pop the clutch up what

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody move
I'm tellin you one thing I'm ghetto. .no
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You dont want no beef man
I'm for that shit for real
Fuck you niggas man.. I love bitchs, money, and
And you didnt experince that.. you know
you didnt experience that man
Y'all dont know what is man
money is when bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. overseas
You dont want I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take y'all corners dressed up in a suit
And niggas reach I lean and sharp shoot