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Yo, body get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just what we've been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
Niggas wanna and shit (everybody get down)
a lot of money out here, getcha hands on it
Uh uh, Most

Yo, I'm that who you wanna be (who)
Not ch'all, deal, hot cars, only fuck pop stars
bitches
Tounge pass the
If I fall for a bitch, let me fall dont me
Hatin ass nigga hafta slick sides
'cause outta look at my chain cause he dick ride
Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, fear me
And talk to the song so bitch dont hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me out niggas jealous
Hot, yo the best told us we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
you the shit you know so why test us
Dont bother me shit'a break ya neck
This week alone I already ate ya check
Let my check book determine if I'm in vein
When you Boo it's cool
Cause sayin my name

Is it the way I and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops wanna see my C-L 6,
They wanna me
And young with this dough I get wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna me
But dead or me a bid you gunna miss me
This aint hate, its too love cause I'm richer
I used to push them things, I flip quicker,
Niggas wanna cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and they little sisters
I hear Most Wanted (and)
Most Wanted (uh huh)
Plus Mr. dead (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya will get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my dough come and yours slower
You ass out like winnin a used to go
And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine
See red when I split ya head like nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't hand me a
I catch a bullet for em like my at the rice
Spit every last round at a
A kill you the if you come for em
Die for the nigga my dog forever
Hoes be damn why y'all always together
Two things thata never be have is rich and thats you and ass bitch

[Mr.]
Boobonic feed man I'll talk shit for you
Tell you to take I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, back and spit for you
Bring hot that make the shit for you
for you homie till our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for they got it fucked up
Like chicks that need a they click and touched up
Peel off on the and pop the clutch up what

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You know.. niggas dont it man anybody move closer
I'm tellin you one I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You dont want no beef man
I'm routing for that for real
Fuck you niggas man.. I bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas didnt that.. you know
you niggas experience that man
Y'all dont what money is man
money is when bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. nigga
You dont none I'm a gangsta
Man I'll over y'all corners dressed up in a suit
And niggas wanna reach I lean and shoot