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Cash Money AP
You only live once
Squad
Squad, squad, squad
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
Tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (my Adidas)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (yeah)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (they eaters)
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
You only live once
Squad
Squad, squad, squad
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
Tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (my Adidas)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (yeah)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (they eaters)
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
Tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (Adida)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (love Nita)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (these bitches eaters)
Pour up four, two-liter, I don't smoke no reefer
I just bumped a bitch named Keshia, she a real dick pleaser
But I think she a skeezer, a paper chasin' thot, leacher
I thumb through these 100's, she can't get my money, I fuck the bitch and I leave her (nah, nah, nah)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (Adida)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (love Nita)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (these bitches eaters)
Pour up four, two-liter, I don't smoke no reefer
I just bumped a bitch named Keshia, she a real dick pleaser
But I think she a skeezer, a paper chasin' thot, leacher
I thumb through these 100's, she can't get my money, I fuck the bitch and I leave her (nah, nah, nah)
I'm from the Pole, where it's freezin'
That MAC'll turn a nigga nemon
Catch a face shot like Fimi
Now he neutron like Jimmy (yeah)
Live a fast life, no hearin' me
All these niggas gossip like Wendy
You can think it's sweet like candy
Got a thick bitch like Yandy
What the fuck do you mean?
Bitch, Day-Day World my team
When them Renegades come through your block
We gon' tear that bitch up and leave a bloody scene
We gon' bail out that black minivan
You seen them 50's hangin' out the things
She seen nothin' but red flashin' out the beam
Give him everything, a magazine (yeah)
Flexin' all this stuff, she want a lot of that codeine
That MAC'll turn a nigga nemon
Catch a face shot like Fimi
Now he neutron like Jimmy (yeah)
Live a fast life, no hearin' me
All these niggas gossip like Wendy
You can think it's sweet like candy
Got a thick bitch like Yandy
What the fuck do you mean?
Bitch, Day-Day World my team
When them Renegades come through your block
We gon' tear that bitch up and leave a bloody scene
We gon' bail out that black minivan
You seen them 50's hangin' out the things
She seen nothin' but red flashin' out the beam
Give him everything, a magazine (yeah)
Flexin' all this stuff, she want a lot of that codeine
My lil' bitch she feelin' lucky 'cause I let her meet OG
But she better not think that mean she gon' get a diamond ring
Until she show me loyalty a bitch ain't never let me see
Biker jeans hang off my ass, Calvin Kleins up on my brief
Them wheat boots up on my feet, Calvin Klein, bring back white tee
I remember postin' on the T, sellin' all that hard, white C
Now I'm a boss, so I ain't gotta go and post up on the T
I been juggin' and finessing, how you think I went and got it?
Grandma told me I'ma make it, she like, "Baby, you got talent"
But she better not think that mean she gon' get a diamond ring
Until she show me loyalty a bitch ain't never let me see
Biker jeans hang off my ass, Calvin Kleins up on my brief
Them wheat boots up on my feet, Calvin Klein, bring back white tee
I remember postin' on the T, sellin' all that hard, white C
Now I'm a boss, so I ain't gotta go and post up on the T
I been juggin' and finessing, how you think I went and got it?
Grandma told me I'ma make it, she like, "Baby, you got talent"
All these square ass SpongeBob niggas, move around 'cause y'all ain't valid
I just popped an instant gram, it got me movin' all robotic
Never cared about a bitch, I just give these bitches dick
If he hatin' for no reason, then he envy what you hear
All my life, I lived so YOLO, right now, I ain't got no kids
So when I'm done stackin' that money, I'ma blow it all again
And I'm screaming "Fuck the county!" 'til they free bro Toolie Man
States attorney playin' crazy, they know that he innocent
Lost some niggas to the system: Nana, Varro, and bro Nick
I just popped an instant gram, it got me movin' all robotic
Never cared about a bitch, I just give these bitches dick
If he hatin' for no reason, then he envy what you hear
All my life, I lived so YOLO, right now, I ain't got no kids
So when I'm done stackin' that money, I'ma blow it all again
And I'm screaming "Fuck the county!" 'til they free bro Toolie Man
States attorney playin' crazy, they know that he innocent
Lost some niggas to the system: Nana, Varro, and bro Nick
And I'ma situate them niggas 'til they let 'em out that jam (yeah)
Don't think that I forgot, yeah, shout out to Big Foe
He was there to pick me up when I was down there on the floor
Couple people in my corner when the state tryna get me smoked
Fightin' drama in the county, boy, that shit is not a joke
Sometimes I lift my head up and I ask God, like, "Why me?"
All these fucked up situations turned to blessings you gave me
All this sinnin' I been doing, man, I just hope you forgive me
And that two years I had to do, it showed me who really with me
Don't think that I forgot, yeah, shout out to Big Foe
He was there to pick me up when I was down there on the floor
Couple people in my corner when the state tryna get me smoked
Fightin' drama in the county, boy, that shit is not a joke
Sometimes I lift my head up and I ask God, like, "Why me?"
All these fucked up situations turned to blessings you gave me
All this sinnin' I been doing, man, I just hope you forgive me
And that two years I had to do, it showed me who really with me
I don't mean to come off wrong, but I don't trust a soul
Bitches settin' niggas up, so I don't trust these hoes
All this clout that a nigga got, I'm on point wherever I go
Before I leave up out that house, you know I gotta make sure I got that pole
I treat my all old bitches like some old dirty clothes
I make all my current bitches put my dick up in their throat
You ain't tryna fuck my bro, then lil' bitch gotta go
Pussy better not smell like fish, you gon' get your ass exposed
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
Bitches settin' niggas up, so I don't trust these hoes
All this clout that a nigga got, I'm on point wherever I go
Before I leave up out that house, you know I gotta make sure I got that pole
I treat my all old bitches like some old dirty clothes
I make all my current bitches put my dick up in their throat
You ain't tryna fuck my bro, then lil' bitch gotta go
Pussy better not smell like fish, you gon' get your ass exposed
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
Tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (my Adidas)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (yeah)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (they eaters)
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
Tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (Adida)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (love Nita)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (these bitches eaters)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (my Adidas)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (yeah)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (they eaters)
You know that we keep them heaters (heaters)
Tang caught a body and he beat it (beat it)
We got money for them paralegals ('legals)
She like how I rock my Adidas (Adida)
Fuck the bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her)
Man, I swear I love Nita (love Nita)
She taught me a lot of shit
Told me, "Don't never trust a hoe 'cause these bitches eaters" (these bitches eaters)
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