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Yo, every get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
Niggas wanna and shit (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of money out here, hands on it
Uh uh, Most

Yo, I'm that nigga who you be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only pop stars
bitches
Tounge pass the
If I fall for a bitch, let me fall dont me
Hatin ass nigga dont slick sides
'cause outta look at my chain cause he dont dick
Yo niggas aint wit Bonic, niggas fear me
And to the song so they bitch dont hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me find out niggas
Hot, yo the best told us that we can get you
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
you the shit you know so why test us
Dont bother me that shit'a break ya
This week nigga I already ate ya check
Let my check book determine if I'm playin in
When you niggas Boo it's
your sayin my name

Is it the way I live and what I got is your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops wanna see my C-L 6,
They frisk me
And young with this I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you kiss me
But dead or me doin a bid you miss me
This aint hate, its too much cause I'm richer
When I used to push things, I flip quicker,
Niggas wanna twist Boobonic and Mr
are big brothers and fuckin they little sisters
I Most Wanted this (and)
Most Wanted (uh huh)
Mr. dead broke (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. with this gun on my lap
And all frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my come fast and yours slower
You ass out like winnin a to go lower
And I'm to the boat and the cocaine grower
See red when I split ya head Noah nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't hand me a
I catch a bullet for em like my at the rice
Spit every round at a gunfall
A kill you the listener if you for em
Die for the nigga thats my dog
Hoes be like damn why always together
Two things thata be have is rich and thats you and another ass bitch

[Mr.]
Boobonic dont feed man I'll talk for you
you to take cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, back and spit for you
Bring hot heads that the shit for you
Ride for you homie our bodies hit the soil
die for you? they got it fucked up
Like chicks that a perm they click and touched up
Peel off on the bike and pop the up what

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
You know.. niggas want it man anybody move closer
I'm you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You dont want no beef man
I'm routing for shit for real
you niggas man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas didnt that.. you know
you didnt experience that man
Y'all dont what money is man
money is your bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. nigga
You want none I'm a gangsta
Man take over y'all corners dressed up in a suit
And niggas wanna I lean and sharp shoot