I love it, hey, girl You know I care, sugar You know I like it, baby I like, I like, I like, I like I like the way you wear your hair I like the stylish
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whom which I belong I love it, the feeling's getting strong I like, the things you do to me I like, it brings out ecstasy I like, it really turns me on I like
the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed Hold the kilos, and watch the weeds grow And stacking c-note, on top of c-note And ooh, my mama
tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To
covered And I keep a "Lethal Weapon" like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I
of money Southside, I'm wrecking for where I lay my head at Disrespect me, you the nigga I'ma spray my lead at I'm living for today, don't give a fuck
and I'm slick, I run with gang bangers and jackers Frame plackers and bad actors, being watched by them crackers I'm running through plex with plex, like I
my pen, like I'm suppose to Nothing but the finest, light green doja Got it from C-Note, from the Clover Animal thug, I thug for life So I ain't going
like a H-O-E Turn me loose so I can make it to the T-O-P It's like I'm in a bucket full of C-R-A-B's, but I keep climbing And I keep on rhyming, while
your nigga don't like it, I bet I'll make him run I bet these bitches be tripping over the way I run through em like socks Like them old niggas run through
can deal with my heater [Lil' Flip] Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz like Buffy You a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck me Cause I'm calling
of evening you want to say something your words cannot note: which leaves your ghost blowing up globes tying them off with an x axis c-clamp and setting
em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note
when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I
times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it Man, I don't like none of y'all Fuck around I'll run in y
