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von Peezy

Uh
Yea
Aye

20 thousand dollars for this icelink, 30 thousand for the plain Rolex
20 thousand dollars in my right pocket
Sippin′ codeine I don't drink moet, 35 hunnit for my outfit
Wear da shit once and I don′t go back
Been ballin' and I'm still ballin′ nigga
I ain′t never gotta post a throwback
We do hellcats not the scatpacks
Hunnit thousand in the Louie backpack

Hustlers don't sleep we take catnaps
She gonna fuck me for the cheese that′s a rat trap
All these niggas talk about is guns and how dey drill shit
I be on that money shit tryna get a mill shit
Tryna ride Bentleys wit the mansion on a hill shit
Pussy boy when I ain't have no money I was still rich
Killed the parking lot somebody call the paramedic
I′m passin' out cheese tell that hoe don′t miss her blessin'


These niggas crazy I don't think they get the message
When is he gone ever fall off nigga never
Niggas stalk my Instagram page and be mad I′m rich
Seen my number in his bitch phone and he had a fit
I can turn a 4 to 6 ounces that′s a magic trick
Prolly can't relate to me if you ain′t never had a brick

Motivate the ghetto give the real niggas hope
'Bout that money it′s whatever all the real niggas know
We can get whatever, if we stick together, get ya shit together
You don't like me I feel the same bitch let′s kill each other
Ride thru the hood lowkey in some exotic shit
Five years ago I had the crib on metropolitan

Gotta serve these niggas 3rd person dey be hot as shit
Only thing these rap niggas did was suck alotta dick
When you level-up you gotta move different
I be over niggas heads I gotta school niggas
I just cooked a half a chicken give me two minutes
Let it dry cause if you bag it while it's wet it'll lose nigga
All I got is money on my schedule baby
All my bitches bad I ain′t regular baby


V12 on a Benz this ain′t a regular Mercedes
Shit what else did you expect boy I came from the 80's
It′s time to boss up, I don't hear these niggas tell em talk up
Bitches know it′s money in da room when I walk
Ain't no more lean in the city we drunk it all up
When you see me wit dem coffee cups it ain′t Starbucks
Da bag came in now we break dancin
Boy dats why the watch jittin and the chain dancing
4 or 5 different drugs in the same cabinet

Don't compare me to these niggas cause they ain't havin
When you see us in the club know them heaters in the place
I can still count a dub wit a sheet up on my face
Hit my line for dem bo′s we da cheapest in da state
All these niggas jealous of me I can see it in dey face
I just pulled up to the show to get the back end
I just popped a Percocet I feel like Batman

I just hit yo main bitch and her bestfriend
I got five hunnit bitch give me a lap dance
I been all over the world bitch I′m tapped in
Show you how to chop a brick I'm like Jack Chan
I just paid a thousand dollars for some black pants
Got the up most respect for dem crackheads, nigga

Uhh, let the beat ride out Dave
Yeah (david, peezy)