I know you ain't never met a nigga like me And you probly never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin') I know (and they may watin') For me to fall off That will be never dog
From the bottom to the top I came a long way Used to sip on quarter juices, now it's Rosay Now that marrow sittin' wider than some Colgate Baby momma trippin, she do shit the wrong way Fuck it, gave my lawyer fifty for the court case Whatcha know 'bout makin' money at a fast pace? Yea I know the feds steady watching niggas My younguns play with guns like some matching figures Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper Only breaking bread with the realest niggas Wake up in the morning, greet a bad bitch Fuck 'er once and then I'm focused where the cash is Lacing my Gucci's, had to grab ten I gotta stay safe, bring the Mach 10 And I know they want me dead and gone Paranoid, I keep that pistol in my carry-on
I know you ain't never met a nigga like me And you probably never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin') I know (and they waitin') For me to fall off That'll be never, dog
They told me where you getting money? ', boy them niggas hate Stacking paper, 23, I'm thinking real estate On the ship or what I'm driving, we don't renovate Get money, my niggas, stock in the real estate Call me by my government when I be at the bank Talking figures, nigga half a million Ben Franks Heard them niggas counting mad at some bitch place Long as my pistol on me I go to your bitch place Think I really give a fuck 'bout all you pussy niggas Counting paper, screaming 'Fuck! all of you pussy niggas' I swear I'm ballin' to my last breath Brand new prezie on me, call that fucker sudden death I tell my bitch to keep on sucking till there's nothing left That shit girl, I just made her admit to grand theft Yea, and I know they want me dead and gone Paranoid, I keep that chopper in my carry-on
I know you ain't never met a nigga like me And you probly never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin') I know (and they waitin') For me to fall off That'll be never, dog
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