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[Prod. by Alex Lustig]

Caught me do me
West had it, it's big gangs where the bullets don't scrab me
You get outta pocket I'ma pop till it's jammin'
I'm quick a hollow knives bust back no standing
How you guys broke, I don't understand it
I'm getting brand cheese like a boring ass sandwich
I keep me a bitch who keep my dick as hard as granite
She blow me like a check on my beater, she need a bandage
A1 since day one I never been a sucker
King ass k, that's a bad motherfucker
Baby said she heard a ball like it's something had to rock it
A pussy got mileage nigga I don't even clutch it
Know I check the car facts, I own more paper than a hard back
You ain't call bout cash I don't call back
I been getting to it for a minute, where was y'all at
Fall back!

Fuck them all, fuck them with the minute whack
I can touch a hunned long any day
You ain't getting paid then you in the way
But nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
I'm greedy need a couple mills on my dinner plate
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway

4 chains on your homie make my neck hurt
Whitey pocket watch his Google and my net worth
Black ties fairly first how to set work
Contract killers lil' nigga I'm an expert
See I done dropped in the game talking double dutch
Money race first place never runner up
The strapped up, I'm a buck on running up
Reason you ain't got it how I got it
You ain't gun enough
That's the west gang, you ain't heard of us
We in about the murderers, promise you won't see it how we see it
Till you further up
I cop to win a Rolls Royce leave a hoe with no choice
But to leave the back and let me smash with the curtains

Fuck the lil nosey ass niggas and bitches
Who always won't be in my bindess
We burn these papers like answers
You know it's no love if you don't t talk digits, nigga

Fuck them all, fuck them with the minute whack
I can touch a hunned long any day
You ain't getting paid then you in the way
But nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
I'm greedy need a couple mills on my dinner plate
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway

No price we mobbing forever
We can run a check up or raber
Been a runner word and back there niggas ain't special
Laugh at these niggas 'cause they ain't at my level
My own head preach more money more problems
I look dog dead in his eyes told him none of that
There's more money when you meet
Put them gunners on they feet
If your g's getting g's where the problem at
Young boy I got a lot of racks, lot of straps
There's an issue with your ??? put up out your act
Hop out, draw out I paint the picture on the nigga
Smoke one these clowns like a swisher full of killer

Fuck them all, fuck them with the minute whack
I can touch a hunned long any day
You ain't getting paid then you in the way
But nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway
I'm greedy need a couple mills on my dinner plate
Nigga we gonn' get the money anyway

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