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[intro]
(da realest)
(yo, marley, you made this?)

[chorus]
i’m tellin’ hoes to meet me where i’m at, you need a plane for that
i bet all this money turn your b-tch into a brainiac
i be takin’ rain checks on hoes ’cause they ain’t pay me yet
my kidneys got a stain, sippin’ fours and i can’t relax
know i’m on the whoop side, treat n-ggas like they handicapped
we got all the bodies, but we s-x money maniacs
we don’t do police sh-t, watch how you explainin’ that
we know exactly how this sh-t gon’ go if this sh-t came to that
[verse 1]
i post all my bookings, tell ’em visit all my shows
i can’t even hit that p-ssy, i’m too dizzy off the road
you can’t never hand me sh-t ’cause i get busy on my own
i’ma laugh if n-ggas try to up a sixty, i’m in mode
i’m probably in kitty probably, can’t be f-ckin’ anybody
when i go put my d-ck in hoes, i turn ’em into busybodies
chucky broke his wrist, i told that boy he gotta get it snotty
i got all these thirties, i’m in la like i’m geechi gotti
i know n-ggas if they really whoopin’, then they stickin’ by me
we brought all the glocks with thirty legs and we ain’t missin’ nada
they play with them, but reachin’ over here gon’ be the quickest homi
told my boys to dub and lawyer up and we gon’ beat the body
i be in the whip with choppy on me, please don’t get beside me
i just took a flight, just left a b-tch, we ain’t have sh-t in common
steps ahead, right after the plug, you gotta get you buyers
you a groupie b-tch, who told you p-ssy finna get you diamonds?
i take bag and make a bigger bag, it’s just some bigger prices
told my n-ggas we ain’t really sh-t if we go get indicted
hop out the bed, before i take a step, i gotta get the strap
told my boys we makin’ legal money, we gon’ give it back
i got that bag, they bark back, you shacked up with the mids
find a b-tch to give that drop up and step on ’em again
oh, this b-tch a freak ho, don’t let her touch my skin
i tell the feds i freestyle, don’t never touch no pen
[chorus]
i’m tellin’ hoes to meet me where i’m at, you need a plane for that
i bet all this money turn your b-tch into a brainiac
i be takin’ rain checks on hoes ’cause they ain’t pay me yet
my kidneys got a stain, sippin’ fours and i can’t relax
know i’m on the whoop side, treat n-ggas like they handicapped
we got all the bodies, but we s-x money maniacs
we don’t do police sh-t, watch how you explainin’ that
we know exactly how this sh-t gon’ go if this sh-t came to that

[verse 2]
yeah, they love me at my shows, they turn they lights on when i stood
it ain’t sh-t to miss a flight and pull right back up to they hood
i was f-ckin’ in toledo, hit a b-tch in river rouge
we be pressin’ sh-t, they know that’s the sh-t i gotta love
i told my sneaky link that i just hit a b-tch straight out the tub
i can’t go nowhere without it, i keep stick like elmer fudd
i’m gon’ run it up, i’m tryna go get richer than my plug
i’m like where the love at? we grew up like rugrats
when it come to dog food, boy, that sh-t a grudge match
trappin’ in the wintertime, sacky in my skull cap
we the ones be hittin’ sh-t, we don’t do no love taps

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