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[Verse 1 - Lil
I got a lot of money
Pop that for me
My homie got yopper
bang it at a copper
Hey party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
on my waist
Cook ass up gourmet
All-black .44 do you want
I'm going at your like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you my flag rose
Swagger on Canseco, Jose
No Limit Records: We so 'bout it it
I'm higher a bitch
Feel a climbed a f-cking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountants still
Shots hit him a ago
But his still bouncing
on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the cause Birdman car red
Monster, Eagle Street preacher
Come to funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
I in Miami, nigga
South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh that's how we
You that I'm loaded but please don't take a sweeter
one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them on your money
Tell them hoes we
Before we get it
We saving hoes, we swapping
Yea party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Big Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"
How'd you get that
Stunna me that
The zan took me
Patron me back
I'm on you muthaf-ckers
Like I a flat
And Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the read? I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of air
Let the breathe!
I'm to chillax
But I had to do it, dev
I'm at the like
"I had to do it, rev!"
you my big brother
I a wig for you
Put that on the
Until bury me
of clarity: yeah
That's my game
I keep a fine
I like the finer things
F-ck with me
No on the whip
I've got in mind
Carter 4, they ain't with mine
I drop Sorry 4 The Wait
To up for the time

2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, wassup?
BasedGod, came in with the ballers
Iced out chain,
I'm rich off that shit
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it's
Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I'll em
Gritty boy shit, BasedGod the angles
On a cradle and you niggas can't stop me
out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
Bitches still
Shouts out to
BasedGod with that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11
With tiny shirt mane
And the tiny pants
I'm on BasedWorld and I f-ck with cash my niggas.
Don't man
The game like a
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, man
Bra off the top, I'm a hitter
My just a painting
And I paint you a picture,
about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt music: bitch, I just it
Lil B and I'll muthaf-ckin prove it
We