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Who the fuck you think you fuckin im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin fire here come the money burners
my burnin, my money burnin, my money burnin
You see my money burnin, burnin money burnin
You see the bitch

When it come to bitches im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the rape her
ties on the skinny but they fat paper
like im out bitch, its time to stack paper
port of Miami my still candy
My chopper still i empty it gladly
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but it somebody gotta do it
Last week You may heard that we got into it
Now the boy missin you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x)

Im cooking a brick which is my signature
time to feed all my niggas this Columbian
Yellow tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold yatch
Got em brought to who movin all the raw
With pink (?) I never saw before
when that clap it drop like a trey beat
stray dog ass bitches wanna give me
when your fat them bitches stay in heat
them niggas trap clothes, we gonna and eat
them boys hazards when they got them choppers on em
Fuck crime stopper, better call em on em
of slidin 187
Represent your side only go to heaven
Never even though I got it good
I aint gotta goon, But it somebody gotta do it

I grew up watching columbian drug
who ever i would afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii Diddy on concords
quarter milli in the bitch pretty as Appolonia
I got a funny feelin Fuckin Feds me
At this point only the could stop me
20 in Four years its a Mobilary
Bon Jovi in this blow for everybody
Ricky Ross, Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Never even though I got it good
I got a goon but Fuck it somebody gotta do it