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Who the fuck you think you fuckin im a fuckin earner
the fuckin fire alarm here come the money burners
my burnin, my money burnin, my money burnin
You see my money burnin, burnin money burnin
You see the smoke

When it to these bitches im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the rape her
ties on the rims but they fat paper
im fresh out bitch, its time to stack paper
port of Miami my still candy
My chopper fully i empty it gladly
Hollywood even though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but it somebody gotta do it
Last week You may have that we got into it
Now the boy missin bitch you heard how them do it (2x)

Im cooking a which is my signature dish
time to feed all my niggas this fish
tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold yatch master
Got em brought to who movin all the raw
With pink (?) I never saw before
when that chopper clap it like a trey beat
stray dog ass bitches give me rabies
when your pockets fat bitches stay in heat
them niggas trap clothes, we stay and eat
them boys hazards when they got them choppers on em
Fuck stopper, better call em helicopters on em
of slidin 187
Represent your only thugs go to heaven
Hollywood even though I got it good
I aint goon, But fuck it somebody gotta do it

I grew up watching drug lords
who ever knew i would cologne by Tom Ford
trips to with Diddy on concords
quarter milli in the Louis bitch pretty as
I got a feelin Fuckin Feds watchin me
At this point only the could stop me
20 Mill in Four its a Mobilary
Bon in this bitch blow for everybody
Ricky Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint got a goon but Fuck it somebody do it