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All this money that what made me
All this money that what made me
All these niggas think they made me
Yall ain’t focused all this focus
That’s what made me
In a drop top bout to pull out the parking lot
Bout to get some top from a nice thot
(Yea yea)
I was in the city with my nigga DreMo
We was riding in a Maserati smoking on that dro yea
Yea yea you ain’t smoking like us
Yea yea yea niggas ain’t focused like us
Yea yea yea wrist on drip got that neck on drip
Got that gat on my hip

Talk that shit step in this bitch and I look like a brick
We up’n that fye you know that it’s lit
Pocket watching better come get yo bitch
I put that hoe on a Molly
I just might catch me a body
I’m counting these bands I don’t understand
How racks got these niggas salty
These pussy ass niggas swear they made me
Pull up to the club and I’m shaking my dreads
You nigga some hoes you heard what I said
My bitch harder then most of you niggas, and most of you niggas ain’t really got bread
Yo nigga so broke that nigga might beg
Pillow talking when y’all get in the bed
Yo bitch she loving and sucking the dick
She want me to cuff her like Riekers little bitch
She out of her mind if she thinking I’m wit
That shit she be talking I never did get
I’m curving the bitches for killing my vibe
Yo nigga be capping and telling these lies
Momma she hate that I’m living this life
I pop me a xanny I’m out of my mind

In a drop top bout to pull out the parking lot
Bout to get some top from a nice thot
(Yea yea)
I was in the city with my nigga DreMo
We was riding in a Maserati smoking on that dro yea
Yea yea you ain’t smoking like us
Yea yea yea niggas ain’t focused like us
Yea yea yea wrist on drip got that neck on drip
Got that gat on my hip

Drop that quarter in a pot
And I whip it make it double
Yea my wrist a mutthafucka
Gotta rollie had to bust it
Fuck that hoe I never love her
Boy I duck em I won’t cuff em
Yea she suck me like a sucka
And you kiss her you a sucka
Yea the job we like brothers
He a rat he undercover
I can’t hear them niggas hating
Cuz my backwood full of bubba
I’m authentic as it gets
I come straight up out the bottom
I was made for this shit
I had muddy in my bottle
Say I’m going up to fast
I can’t stop Foo hit the throttle
And my pockets they on swole
Got me walking wit a wabble
I got youngins bangin red
And they shooting like they Kobe
I got youngin banging blue
And they rolling like my rollie

In a drop top bout to pull out the parking lot
Bout to get some top from a nice thot
(Yea yea)
I was in the city with my nigga DreMo
We was riding in a Maserati smoking on that dro yea
Yea yea you ain’t smoking like us
Yea yea yea niggas ain’t focused like us
Yea yea yea wrist on drip got that neck on drip
Got that gat on my hip

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