[Verse 1:] Yeah, rub my back while I rap bitch Jet Life, joints look like bats You know what that is, homicide, kamikaze high, not giving a shit Never die, this'll go on for years Multiply, legacy of the fly Pedigree champion blood line, the big dog got the big yard Behind a big crib, big garage, a fleet of ten cars Shake the devil off, angel on the hood In that, looking good in that Roger would've had if you was just good and rapped Look at that, after all she did he done took her back That's real love, exactly how I feel about them stacks Addicted to that money, it took me under like crack I chase it like it's running from me all over the map I'll go to it's at, if you my bro we can split it in half
[Hook:] Moe' betta', moe' chettah' I smoke betta', then those fella's Ho you should know betta' Don't test us, we professional No audio dope sellers Don't tell 'em, they'll get so jealous Moe betta', moe' chettah'
[Verse 2:] Sitting in the Porsche parked outside of the port Overseeing the airport process, let my bitches sort it out at the fort Back at the set, they get wet from the sound of my engine My design in women Two in the kitchen, the other two in the pool nude But far too fine for me to say they skinny dipping I never been in a position where I didn't come out winning Even if I was losing in the beginning Stuck with it, now I'm up shifting That three twenty-eight, game crooked but the paper straight Got them bitches looking, yup
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