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Grandma Sandra
Skilla Baby
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Mm-hmm
Ooh
You know I hustle, right?
I'm tryna get some money, I ain't thinkin' 'bout no fuckin' life
I know the hitman, if I call him tomorrow, he gon' come tonight
I know a couple old hatin' niggas, they like Uncle Ice
I know a couple young niggas naked tryna earn they stripes
My lil' nigga look just like a plumber, he ride with his pipe
I'm always tryna put my people on 'cause I love gang
I reached for my chain, bang, t-shirt got a blood stain
Every day I'm tryna get some money off that one thing
I don't bring my family 'round when I do that thug thing
I ain't on no bullshit today, I let my cuz hang
Every time a nigga disrespect me, let my gun bang
Every day I make twenty thousand
It's hard to count a hundred even when
My fingers hurt and I keep countin'
I won't let no pussy or no pussy nigga distract
Me or throw me off, I won't allow it (Huh)
I give my bitch a thousand every day, that's her allowance
I got enough Amiri in my closet to make a mountain
My trap lookin' like the SOS, this bitch crowded
All this water on my neck wet my chest like a fountain
I'm fearin' God in my Fear of God, I don't fear nobody else
Tryna get to the money first, competin' with myself
I can't spend all this by myself, I'ma need some help
Talkin' to the Gucci store clerk, please give me the shelf
All this Louis on, the bougie hoes wanna eat my belt
White buffs with the mirror tint, I only see myself
I don't never let a bitch stress me out 'cause I need my health
I only stress over the money 'cause I need my wealth
JJ with a ref, it's my money and I need it now
All these niggas my sons, Yvette, I wanna see my child
On the stage in my Prada shades, I'm tryna peep the crowd
My crib full of loud, neighbors beggin' me to keep it down
I probably got more gold than a king, I need my crown
All this gold on me, I'm the new Jack Sparrow
I don't let the opps get no birds, I'm in the hood with a scarecrow
My blue hundreds stick together like some Velcro
In my hood earnin' stripes in my shell toes
I know this shit loud, I be gettin' bales gone
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