We Got It
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Who want it, every 16 north days is 20 hunneds On my 15th summer while these niggas never stunning Got these polo loafers on, so I really ain’t into running, nah Still we can run at this now or never Any shit talking you know that this ain’t a rushing Fly girls love us, I holler, she get to blushing All we do is fuck em and dump em, never cuff em Rappers say my home is a homie I never trust em Ain’t no beefing over records, I spot the haters to rush him, huh Dollars be all of the duke’s cousin And if it ain’t bout that, then I ain’t bout the discussion, no Gang with me, they banging like the percussion Got the drums in the trunk, but that ain’t for the production You know the name is no use for an introduction And this money is all mine I had to pull an abduction Hammer on me, don’t try to knock a nigga Bitch grease rap, I get to pop a nigga And everybody with me, so a body nigga A motherfucker hand out, cause we got it nigga Yeah, we got it nigga, we got it nigga Yeah, we got it nigga, yeah, yeah Fresh out the wood, Manchester music I get the money, spend it quick, I Manchester… Bad bitches, hood dre, Jordan 11 box nigga, that’s the hood bay And I’m only making deposits nigga Sitting right next to the shottie and the closet nigga I multiply all don’t divide a nigga Kill them quietly cause the mobs is move in silence nigga Wifey call me quickie but my money straight Running to that money while you run in place Talk flow, stronger than a hunned ace Got my last dollars saying that they rap is fake Roll a kill bill, blow it in the rappers face Either you … on me, or you get arrest Roll a kill bill, blow it in the rappers face Either you … on me, or you get arrest Yeah, we got it nigga, we got it nigga We got it nigga, Used to hate my situation, now I’m feeling fine Boy that money came in just in a nick of time And while these haters making duck I’m talking bindess, when your woman call I hit the club 22 years young, not even in my prom I was shooting in Miami, I think I’m a buck Lots of tales for my mill, she know I’m a don Chess moves, I capture queens boy you still a pawn That’s what all these girls be into us Oh, just pour that money keep my windows up Oh, I’m kicking game while they kicking dust Look baby if your man a lame, you should get with us Popping bottles of whatever I’ve been grinding Yellow gold chain with no diamonds, Still it’s shining, when I’m standing on the corners Been getting paper right before I caught that case Now that’s what I call perfect timing, yes I got it nigga, straight like that motherfucker I got it nigga, alive and living you bitches I got it nigga, and everybody in my team saw I bought it nigga.
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