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Never Go Back
Money Man
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(Fakir is dead homie)
The way I feel right now, I cannot express it
She pull me close and say, "Give me some pleasure"
When I hit from the back, she make funny expressions
On the west end, sure am, I peep like progression
I don't let no one try me, I overprotect it
Gotta grow up from rap money, that's the objective
Got my dawgs at the spot and you know they attentive
Findin' me, I give all of my artists incentive
Ride with me with these bags out of town and then rental
Niggas hatin', so we keep our head on a swivel
Got her with me and he got his hand on the pistol
When he came home from prison, I told him I missed him
She just came on my shit, so I told her to watch it
Put some name on this strain, boy, this shit got me coughing
I done ran up a sack, now the check got me poppin'
And that XD compact, it fit right in my pocket
I put brain in my Saks, turn the key and unlock it
I put wax on my figure, I been gone, the nebulizer
Been plannin' for months, I need five days to take it out
I done hit every ATM up, that's on 85
I gave her two good outdoor baths for the twenty-five
Send a shot at your chest, nigga, you better look alive
Took a bale out the package, so you know it's Cookie time
Gave you extra inside of the bag, I was generous
Every eight weeks, the shit spot, my supply limitless
If I go do a flip at my BM, I'm gon' visit
Bitches see me in traffic and they wanna pic with me
I got a call from my ho, she said, "You got some dick for me"
If you wanna be part of the circle, hit a lick with me
Yeah, you get burned if you tryna finesse
I can have niggas bring it for less
I love when she fuck me the best
Bet this stick put a hole in your chest
They love me, my price is the best
Got two lines back-to-back in the 'jects
Go to sleep and I wake up to racks
Used to sleep with the roaches and rats
That's the reason I'm goin' so hard on these tracks
That's the reason I ran up them racks
I ain't goin' back broke, I could never go back
Big producers ain't wanna send beats to me
They was tryna keep all of the heat from me
Poppin' artists, they ain't wanna feature me
And I never complained, had to get my own name
Had to storm my own wave, now I'm heavily paid
All the DJ's was holdin' they nuts
Try to rob and get shot in the gut
Fuck that shit, I ain't wifin' no slut
Skippin' school, smokin' weed in the cut
I see models keep beggin' to fuck
But I'm really not focused on her
And the plug, he just dropped me some work
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