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Performed By: Skurf
Length: 3:27
Written by: Cameron King, Jartavious Dobbs




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I'm not being self conceited you can ask yo bitch who cuter
Good dome on her shoulders this bitch need to be my tutor
Internet gangsters steady typing on computers
That can't get you paid my nigga go get you some mula

I feel like the realist nigga in my city
We got it this way cause we know how to get it
Master P my money ain't got no limit
I stay in my lane and I handle my business

If it aint bout money it don't benefit me
Mathematician how I run up them digits
No magician how I stack it and flip it
Them niggas claim it but they really ain't with it

Came out the trenches got it out the mud
Got a couple brothers always showing love
Got a couple brothers I hang with
Same brothers I bang with

Keep a heater for that lame shit
Nigga talkin stupid he get flamed quick
All my niggas on the same shit
Some of the realist niggas that ain't famous

Whole team eating everything on me
Skinny nigga pockets on obese
I don't play bout that cake if you play bout that cake
Them shooters coming on the count of three GO

All about that green like monopoly
Terminator aint no stopping me
Bitches funny f*ckin different niggas for get back
But you a thot me

I gotta get it fasho
Run up a check and some mo
Finessin to get what I want
And I only talk what I know

Im down this shit wit confidence
Because I know I was chose suppose to be friends
They turn into foes
And start throwing shade when they see that you on

These niggas clones wanna be me but they can't
And I'm spending more than you make
More than you make

Always chasing a blue face
With Benjamins All in the bank

About my dollars like Im sticky
I think I'm addicted to fend like Richie
Shout out to my niggas in the friendly city
Its all love this way cause we all trine get it

Connect hit my phone on my cellular
Finessing these plugs on the regular
You niggas know not to mess wit us
We gone f*ck it up if they start testing us

Money stashed in a duffle bag
Walk around coating hella cash
Every time you see me I be sauce walking
I know that make a nigga hella mad

Keep a 9 on me thats my main squeeze
Put it to ya dome give you a brain freeze
I be dogging hoes like a gang of fleas
I dont f*ck with niggas who don't f*ck wit me
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I'm not being self conceited you can ask yo bitch who cuter
Good dome on her shoulders this bitch need to be my tutor
Internet gangsters steady typing on computers
That can't get you paid my nigga go get you some mula

I feel like the realist nigga in my city
We got it this way cause we know how to get it
Master P my money ain't got no limit
I stay in my lane and I handle my business

If it aint bout money it don't benefit me
Mathematician how I run up them digits
No magician how I stack it and flip it
Them niggas claim it but they really ain't with it

Came out the trenches got it out the mud
Got a couple brothers always showing love
Got a couple brothers I hang with
Same brothers I bang with

Keep a heater for that lame shit
Nigga talkin stupid he get flamed quick
All my niggas on the same shit
Some of the realist niggas that ain't famous

Whole team eating everything on me
Skinny nigga pockets on obese
I don't play bout that cake if you play bout that cake
Them shooters coming on the count of three GO

All about that green like monopoly
Terminator aint no stopping me
Bitches funny f*ckin different niggas for get back
But you a thot me

I gotta get it fasho
Run up a check and some mo
Finessin to get what I want
And I only talk what I know

Im down this shit wit confidence
Because I know I was chose suppose to be friends
They turn into foes
And start throwing shade when they see that you on

These niggas clones wanna be me but they can't
And I'm spending more than you make
More than you make

Always chasing a blue face
With Benjamins All in the bank

About my dollars like Im sticky
I think I'm addicted to fend like Richie
Shout out to my niggas in the friendly city
Its all love this way cause we all trine get it

Connect hit my phone on my cellular
Finessing these plugs on the regular
You niggas know not to mess wit us
We gone f*ck it up if they start testing us

Money stashed in a duffle bag
Walk around coating hella cash
Every time you see me I be sauce walking
I know that make a nigga hella mad

Keep a 9 on me thats my main squeeze
Put it to ya dome give you a brain freeze
I be dogging hoes like a gang of fleas
I dont f*ck with niggas who don't f*ck wit me
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Writer: Cameron King, Jartavious Dobbs
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