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When it come to the cash ain't no limit No limit, no limit like Master P I'm painting pictures so vivid So vivid, so vivid like Master P I put the gun in your hand And I swear on my life ain't no killing me Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me
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Stick all the kush in my Swisher Sweet I'm high as a ceiling be I swear my neck cost a quarter key That's why your main bitch be feeling me Mo' bitches than Breezy, swagging like Yeezy Balmain my jeans [?] Bitch you not too bad You is not Billie Jean I know she not feeling you, cause she is feeling me I whipped a four and she taught me like [?] All of my bitches [?] man, they imitate Hillary I'm geeking like Carlton, slow like a centepede I'm slow like slow-motion be, I'm slow like slow-motion be These diamonds be looking like water, like water, like water Just call 'em the ocean piece They look so good on my fur baby I'm rocking black like a cocoa bean I've been finessing and jugging in Tallahassee, all the way back to Tennesee She suck the soul out a nigga B, I think it's the Hennessy
When it come to the cash ain't no limit No limit, no limit like Master P I'm painting pictures so vivid So vivid, so vivid like Master P I put the gun in your hand And I swear on my life ain't no killing me Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me
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These niggas fuck [?] I got the remedy You trynna sound just like Co' You just a mini me I got foot in the industry, one foot in the industry You sill watching from the bench Young nigga winning like Charlie Sheen Balling like Jordan, like Jordan, like Jordan Young nigga got 45 on this bitch Your bitch tried to throw that pussy, I run with that pussy You might not could get it back I eat on that pussy like Beni [?] I got a circle, she run it man I got the recipe, she addicted like Asian girls All that shit that you trynna do, you know I invented that That's not your vehicle, you that you rented that I am the future, the future, the future These other niggas in the past You was trynna chase a bitch, I was trynna chase the cash
When it come to the cash ain't no limit No limit, no limit like Master P I'm painting pictures so vivid So vivid, so vivid like Master P I put the gun in your hand And I swear on my life ain't no killing me Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me
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