Man, niggas, come through I'm taking high school rings tooīitches get stripped down for they earrings and banglesĪnd when I rock her and drop her I′m taking her door knockers I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can′t stop it The money getter, motherfuckers don′t have better Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga, peelįrom the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in your sweater ′Cause when I lick shots, the shits is persistentīefore you get your grave dug from the main thug, 357 slugĪnd my nigga, Biggie got an itchy one grip (huh) Step in to your wake with your blood on my shirtĭon′t be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant The opposite of peace, sending Mom Duke a wreath (When he's sticking you, I'm taking all your money)īig up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upĪnd I′m shooting niggas quick if you hiccupĭon't let me fill my clip up, in your back and head piece I′m all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal I′m slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real Give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant (huh) Then I′m dippin' up the block and I′m robbin' bitches too Webs on the neck from the necklace strippin' Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die With the same clip and the same four-five I've been robbin′ motherfuckers since the slave ships
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