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Every I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They damn

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
They pointin', they
like damn
They pointin', they
They like

Like Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide batches think I'm hecka rich
necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the button
good, no rib touchin'
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, a potato
They hate me on the outside, love me in the
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend
Half a two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I stay out here by so you know a hustler been fly

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', they
like damn
They pointin', they
like damn

Every I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
They pointin', they
They damn
They pointin', they
like damn

My some'n serious, mansion on a hilly
Main that nigga got cheese than a philly
Shoelace tied but a nigga trippin'
I'm Lionel high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
marry a hoes, I just marry checks
That's how you on top, missionary sex
Rubberband business, know you heard of
I got the talkin, know you scurred of that
None than ten figures, you know what I'm worth
Record sales, money, not including merch'
Club full of bitches, pocket of Franks
full of weed, cup full of drank
Me raw dog, ain't no way in hell
Before I risk my life it be a day in hell
But bitch it off, here we go show and tell
And I'm that pussy like I'm fresh out of jail

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', they
They like

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They like
pointin', they pointin'
They like

Parallel park while I'm riding
diamonds man I'm racial profiling
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I let your damn ho drive it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a drug
You know my lingo baby let's
So I got a thousand dollars of singles
I got racks in the of my camels
Still, still won't give her
Life a so I had to make a bet
ain't Air Max but make a check
They took me out the streets but it's in me
I been sellin' since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so they still
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

Every time I stop, like look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', they
like damn

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
They pointin', pointin'
They damn