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Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
It's a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta body bags
Whole lotta hoes in the section with a lotta ass
Whole lotta Glocks in the function
Don't got proper tags
If that bitch a hoe up in my roster she got Prada bags
Bitch, I could put you on gang
When I put that ball up
I feel like Lebron James
Run up with that shit, uh
But that shit not in
That's a blonde man on your block with that chopstick
That's a chop man

[Verse]
I done been with legends in the streets
I'm a legend on the mic, and I'm a legend in the sheets
Man, Frost'd just sent the pack
I hit the beat and then I speak
Had to tell 'em what I feel
And had to tell 'em what I think
I think I'm done with it
I done had my fun with it
Bought this Trackhawk from thе plug the bitch came with a gun with it
I been going dumb with it
Glock came with a drum with it
Pull up to his block I opеn up then I'm dumpin' it
Bitch I'm on the court (I'm on that shit)
Open up the store
I done had to re-up now I got some more
My favorite number four
Cause that's what I'm about pour
Ran up on me in the crib
I had it in my jorts (You get shot bitch)
So I popped that boy for sure
It's a whole story got 'em gone that's for sure
That lil' boy a dork
He don't want no more
It's a whole lotta bullets flying through the door
Do that shit for sport
[Chorus]
It's a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta body bags
Whole lotta hoes in the section with a lotta ass
Whole lotta Glocks in the function
Don't got proper tags
If that bitch a hoe up in my roster she got Prada bags
Bitch, I could put you on gang
When I put that ball up
I feel like Lebron James
Run up with that shit, uh
But that shit not in
That's a blonde man on your block with that chopstick
That's a chop man

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