We make the club jump, every time we walk in this bitch
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Yeah, we shining, you can tell my niggas is rich
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Rose and patron at my throne, women at my feet
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Staring like they want me to beat
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This New York rap, I¡¯m on the other side of the map
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Now nigga play strap with a bitch on my lap
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Back to back on the ftr, bitch cigar
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You can tell as a star in one of these scars
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Sheek go ghostface, yeah bird on the wrist
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Mask on face, I the realest in this
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Everybody trying, but they can¡¯t do it like this
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This don don is start, apparently they miss out
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[Hook] x 2
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Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here
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Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air
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The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling
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Wu block, you know we in the building
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Every hood spot, they know me,
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Loyal females who can just give me the twack
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They show me, like I¡¯m a big stock broker on wall street
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I said nah, I¡¯m the big drug dealer from 4e
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A lot of guacamollie, know a lot of parolies
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Slung in front a lot of these dellies eating canolies
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I stay on the front line like private advancing airports
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And live by the code, I¡¯ma bust mine
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Word, tony stark, shawty wob got her tongue in my ear
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Don¡¯t get a stain on my porscha
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Light skin, says she a virgo, says she love my road game and my birgo
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A baby ghost appeared from the blunt smoke
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And lingered to her hair and set in her close
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A bag ... 38 snug nose, I stole that
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And still fuck her when the club close
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[Hook] x 2
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Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here
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Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air
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The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling
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Wu block, you know we in the building
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Buck 50 on your face, hunned stacks on the car
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I spin a rack to take it that rap back to mall
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I¡¯m a cash ruler, ruler zig zag alah
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Get my money off the hook like I¡¯m abdul jabar
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Get my money off the book like Steve Hard...
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Act hard, but they giving, they think like a man
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But they back like they women
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I never trust a broad with that ink god we trust
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Only trust in god look at me
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I¡¯m what these little haters wanna be
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I¡¯m your man 50 grand that keep it 100g
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I¡¯m that block on fire it¡¯s like 103
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Rappers coming dime a dozen but they don¡¯t come in the p
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You finding me the q racks when you coming with cheese
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And the people you come up with they become enemies
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We got the city under siege
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Where the titus ladies, where the titus... bees
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[Hook] x 2
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Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here
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Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air
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The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling
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Wu block, you know we in the building.
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Pull Tha Cars Out
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| Sheek Louch |
