I don't trust soul, if I don't got my pole then I'm alone
Up that shit for all that jazz, got 32 like Karl Malone
I got money making money, on the road or when I'm home, I'm in that mode
Call me what you want, don't call me in my zone
If you ain't seen me by myself, you probably saw me with a hoe or with the bros
And we all sticked up, so we all in control
We the type that if we tweak, we slide, then we all in your home
And if that lil bitch set to play, she get a bag and we in her dome
Sorry baby, I ain't like these niggas, I don't f*ck on fans
But if this one lil thick bitch call, she know we f*cking when I land
One my opps just got a Glock, that shit peanut butter tan
God forbid that nigga catch me and that peanut butter jam
They don't like the way I move, I'm the man, what can I say
Yo bitch want the unreleased and I'm like, "Damn, what can I play?"
I don't usually entertain a bitch, but I got time today
Crack the bitch while I'm clutching, nigga, I ain't gettin' lined today
I treat money like a thot, I spread it out and get it gone
Got another roll to count, just left the bank, I'm headed home
Every benji numb the pain, I get a roll of methadone
And I can't get up with my opp cause he won't leave the meth alone
It's Big 2, who the f*ck is you? We don't even know
Caught him out, tried to run, now he can't even leave the store
If I see Shaun, I'm doing wrong, beat on him like he beat his hoe
Cross him out, f*ck you talking bout, we gon' up the score
Gon' have to charge 'em for that flick
Give a f*ck if that bitch bad, I can't just f*ck on any bitch
I been swapping all my pieces out, just trying to see what fit
I got tracers for the mag so I can count how many hit
I don't trust soul, if I don't got my pole, then I'm alone
Up that shit for all that jazz, got 32 like Carmelone
I got money making money on the road, or when I'm home, I'm in that mode
Call me what you want, don't call me in my zone
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I don't trust soul, if I don't got my pole then I'm alone
Up that shit for all that jazz, got 32 like Karl Malone
I got money making money, on the road or when I'm home, I'm in that mode
Call me what you want, don't call me in my zone
If you ain't seen me by myself, you probably saw me with a hoe or with the bros
And we all sticked up, so we all in control
We the type that if we tweak, we slide, then we all in your home
And if that lil bitch set to play, she get a bag and we in her dome
Sorry baby, I ain't like these niggas, I don't f*ck on fans
But if this one lil thick bitch call, she know we f*cking when I land
One my opps just got a Glock, that shit peanut butter tan
God forbid that nigga catch me and that peanut butter jam
They don't like the way I move, I'm the man, what can I say
Yo bitch want the unreleased and I'm like, "Damn, what can I play?"
I don't usually entertain a bitch, but I got time today
Crack the bitch while I'm clutching, nigga, I ain't gettin' lined today
I treat money like a thot, I spread it out and get it gone
Got another roll to count, just left the bank, I'm headed home
Every benji numb the pain, I get a roll of methadone
And I can't get up with my opp cause he won't leave the meth alone
It's Big 2, who the f*ck is you? We don't even know
Caught him out, tried to run, now he can't even leave the store
If I see Shaun, I'm doing wrong, beat on him like he beat his hoe
Cross him out, f*ck you talking bout, we gon' up the score
Gon' have to charge 'em for that flick
Give a f*ck if that bitch bad, I can't just f*ck on any bitch
I been swapping all my pieces out, just trying to see what fit
I got tracers for the mag so I can count how many hit
I don't trust soul, if I don't got my pole, then I'm alone
Up that shit for all that jazz, got 32 like Carmelone
I got money making money on the road, or when I'm home, I'm in that mode
Call me what you want, don't call me in my zone
Up that shit for all that jazz, got 32 like Karl Malone
I got money making money, on the road or when I'm home, I'm in that mode
Call me what you want, don't call me in my zone
If you ain't seen me by myself, you probably saw me with a hoe or with the bros
And we all sticked up, so we all in control
We the type that if we tweak, we slide, then we all in your home
And if that lil bitch set to play, she get a bag and we in her dome
Sorry baby, I ain't like these niggas, I don't f*ck on fans
But if this one lil thick bitch call, she know we f*cking when I land
One my opps just got a Glock, that shit peanut butter tan
God forbid that nigga catch me and that peanut butter jam
They don't like the way I move, I'm the man, what can I say
Yo bitch want the unreleased and I'm like, "Damn, what can I play?"
I don't usually entertain a bitch, but I got time today
Crack the bitch while I'm clutching, nigga, I ain't gettin' lined today
I treat money like a thot, I spread it out and get it gone
Got another roll to count, just left the bank, I'm headed home
Every benji numb the pain, I get a roll of methadone
And I can't get up with my opp cause he won't leave the meth alone
It's Big 2, who the f*ck is you? We don't even know
Caught him out, tried to run, now he can't even leave the store
If I see Shaun, I'm doing wrong, beat on him like he beat his hoe
Cross him out, f*ck you talking bout, we gon' up the score
Gon' have to charge 'em for that flick
Give a f*ck if that bitch bad, I can't just f*ck on any bitch
I been swapping all my pieces out, just trying to see what fit
I got tracers for the mag so I can count how many hit
I don't trust soul, if I don't got my pole, then I'm alone
Up that shit for all that jazz, got 32 like Carmelone
I got money making money on the road, or when I'm home, I'm in that mode
Call me what you want, don't call me in my zone
Writer: CeJay Frazier
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