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(COUPE)
Make sure that you re-up (damn)
I remember I was buyin' them bales of reefa (damn)
I was tryna hold it down with my people (damn)
Nigga, fuckin' up the money, we not equal (nah)
I don't need nobody help, goin' fuckin' up this paper (yeah)
Watch my back 'fore the feds try to shake 'em (try and shake 'em)
Got them eyes back of my head for my haters (for my haters)
Niggas try to fake and dap you down, that's not gangsta (that's not gangsta)
Inside, no love (yeah), outside, it's love (it's love)
I get more love than people, that ain't even my people (ain't my people)
Tried to treat us all the same, don't you make me eat you (make me eat you)
Been like this before the fame, this for all my people (for all my people)
Think I still won't let it slang, bro, don't make me peep you (don't make me peep you)
You know I'm a creeper, they know I'm a stepper (I'm a stepper)
I ain't gotta show it (nah), save that for the flexer (flex)
Ready to go blow it (I am), put it on whoever
Money that I'm countin', man, this shit'll make me feel better (money that I'm countin')
Downin' all these drugs, man, I thought I was gon' feel better (drugs)
Hit 'em with a slug, took his life, now that's a shell catcher
Catch you, know I am a real soul snatcher
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (very active)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (permanent blaster)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (before and after, word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, word, yeah, yeah (robber, trapper)
Make sure that you re-up (damn)
I remember I was buyin' them bales of reefa (damn)
I was tryna hold it down with my people (damn)
Nigga, fuckin' up the money, we not equal (nah)
I don't need nobody help, goin' fuckin' up this paper (yeah)
Watch my back 'fore the feds try to shake 'em (try and shake 'em)
Got them eyes back of my head for my haters (for my haters)
Niggas try to fake and dap you down, that's not gangsta (that's not gangsta)
I'm still in this shit forever (yeah), show me love (love)
Swear that I'ma show it better (yeah), want a dub? (Dub)
Money make 'em feel better (yeah), help 'em up (help 'em)
'Lotta niggas down bad, ain't comin' up (oh well)
Think before you go and crash (yeah), it's not enough (not enough)
If it is a hunnid bands (yeah), I'll tell you, "Tough luck"
Run it up, don't you go and fuck it up (fuck it up)
Make some money, double up
Profit goin', put it up (put it up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's on blood), yeah, yeah (I'm the wickest, I'm the wickest, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm the richest, I'm the richest round this motherfucker, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (you niggas is bitches, bitches nigga, pussy niggas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, word, yeah, yeah (solid, Slime ain't never switchin', never)
Make sure that you re-up (damn)
I remember I was buyin' them bales of reefa (damn)
I was tryna hold it down with my people (damn)
Nigga, fuckin' up the money, we not equal (nah)
I don't need nobody help, goin' fuckin' up this paper (yeah)
Watch my back 'fore the feds try to shake 'em (try and shake 'em)
Got them eyes back of my head for my haters (for my haters)
Niggas try to fake and dap you down, that's not gangsta (that's not gangsta)
And I don't need nobody tryna tell me nothin'
About how I feel and how I handle my business
WRITERS
Quantavious T. Thomas, Edward Maclin Cooper III
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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