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Talking
There's too much paper to get fk a b*tch...
There's too much paper to get fk a b*tch
It's too much paper to get, for real
But I can't count it all
fk being around a b*tch
I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh
I'll do the hook like that
just let it play do the verse
Verse 1
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Like y'all movin' too slow I got a faster plan
I got a faster hand and a faster mind
Real gangstas never have to scream pass the nine
Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot
in half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes
Oops I did it again another b*tch in my Benz homes
When times get hard who can a nigg* depend on?
A few , my true
From day one, DJ Screw
I coulda hurt but I tried to help
I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt
I got three mics plus one on my arm
The Freestyle King and the fkin' Leprechaun
I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you heard me
And if you owe me you better fkin' reimburse me b*tch