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Ex Dealer Flow 2
Payroll Giovanni, Jeezy
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Hello, LGO, estoy tan orgulloso de ti, mi hermano
Usted e' de los finos, de los buenos
Ya sabe, pues, cualquier cosa que necesite, es solo de que me llame
Aquí estamos pa las que sea, fuego
You ain't gotta fake it when you got a real grind
I can't make it if it ain't a dollar-bill sign
Seen ugly shit on the road to live fine
The watch real, but we never post in real time (nah)
I lived a life you could film, really, I'm him
Really in my own lane, I ain't competin' with them (nah)
If you ain't talkin' big money, ain't no meetin' with him
On bad terms, all the secrets, he gon' keep it with him
You was cappin', I was stashin' crack rock in my brim
Sellin' trees, no stem, turned a G to an M
Fuck Five Mikes, I want it, boy, fiends give a ten
Sellin' dog the only way I knew to flee in the Benz
What you tryna spend? The Patek tell 'em, ain't no time wasted (nah)
All that talkin' average, nigga, what's your grind sayin'?
Went from wakin' up dime-shavin'
To signin' deals while I'm wine tastin', legally, my crime payin'
I'm in the crib plannin', niggas outside playin'
Soon as they money run low, niggas get to blamin'
It's your fault, not theirs, nigga, who cares?
You tried to take the elevator, boy, I took stairs
I get stares while my neck glare
Used to cop with 15 hundred, nowadays, that's just sweats fare
I'm only goin' if a check there
Yeah, I'm only goin' if a check there
You either with a nigga or you not, no between
Had to get my knot off the block servin' fiends (yeah)
Rose gold kit in my jacket by Celine
Hangin' with Colombians, they from Medellín
I'm tryna stay legit, they tryna mail a nigga keys
Put a play together, but my face was never seen (never)
Get up off your ass, man, this shit is up for grabs (yeah, yeah)
All you niggas, focus on the motherfuckin' plan (ain't no money from no dime)
Man, this shit is so confusin' (yeah)
When I stack a billion dollars, I'ma start a revolution
Them white girls sold and I ain't talkin' prostitution
The streets took my soul, I'ma need some retribution (ayy)
Trey, young nigga, yeah, I'm ballin' every night (night)
Voice make 'em moist, yeah, I'm talkin' Barry White (damn)
First touchdown and I ain't talkin' 'bout a flight (nah)
Now the smell in the garage got me higher than a kite (yeah)
Just one rule, nigga, don't get caught (caught)
Bro gon' sell his cell, yeah, that shit is gettin' bought (hey)
Had a Walmart safe, now a nigga got a vault (whoo)
Now it's European seats and I used to have to walk (yeah)
Half a brick, nigga, yeah, you know the way I play
I was talkin' shit with Obama just the other day (yeah)
To all my niggas still hustlin', don't shit where you stay (nah)
Keep your head on a swivel, nigga, don't forget to pray (pray)
That's all I gotta say (yeah)