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Shoe boxes full of money, I'm trappin out my closet
Glock on the table, Tech 9 on the carpet
Pants saggin, thuggin is the topic
I had to show them broads the red monkey on my pocket
8 On the shoe, doin 80 in the cockpit
Anything to make a profit
And I'm a profit, I'm on the corner preachin
Put that dope in the diaper baby in the baby seat, that's deep
It's yellow ice like it's lemon in my drink
And my ring look like I peed on my pinky
And me, been flippin O's 'fore it was a flip phone
I'm rich, I got a couple thousand worth of ink on me
Now you should see me with my mink on me
My two charms and two links on me
You would think I work for Brinks, homie
I got money to the ceiling, I ain't coppin bricks no more
I'm only coppin buildings
You wanna shop with my crew? You ain't got enough
You wanna cop you a few? You ain't got enough
You wanna know what's the price? You ain't got enough
You wanna shoot a lil dice? You ain't got enough
You got niggas in the slums? You ain't got enough
You say you got a lotta guns? You ain't got enough
You got the game on lock? You ain't got enough
You movin weight on yo block? You ain't got enough
OK reload, restart, re-up, rerock
Took it to the big screen, shoe deals, Reebok
Nigga I done done it all, snuck in with a gun and all
20 Always stand tall, I ain't never run at all
Niggas gettin record deals, hopin that they move shit
I done made a hundred stacks, just from doin
Trunk got a brick in it, phone got a chip in it
Brand new Desert Eagle, with an extra clip in it
Stay on some Atlanta shit, wonder how the dealer get it
K's with banana clips, so I get gorilla with it
20 Million worldwide, certified rap nigga
Rather be that, than some flodgin ass trap nigga
Y'all just ain't got enough, guess you wasn't block enough
Still talkin shit, nigga, guess I wasn't shot enough
DT period, pussy niggas fearin it
Tour bus, my squad Jet Learin it
You wanna shop with my crew? You ain't got enough
You wanna cop you a few? You ain't got enough
You wanna know what's the price? You ain't got enough
You wanna shoot a lil dice? You ain't got enough
You got niggas in the slums? You ain't got enough
You say you got a lotta guns? You ain't got enough
You got the game on lock? You ain't got enough
You movin weight on yo block? You ain't got enough
Besides all the bullshit, breaks and bad news
We eatin on the run, gotta take this fast food
As soon as the cash'll come through, we grab that
We seen the new shoes on you look who, we had that
We passed that, soon as we cop 'em dog we crash that
A class act, soon as we cop 'em we make the cash back
It's magic, me on the track, it gets nasty
I flex on you niggas like I'm Randy Savage, holla
So each know this is Dolla
Know if you not eatin then it might be Dolla
I'm so caught up in today, I can't see tomorrow
Follow me down this road, I'll feed you with these O's
I could eat off these shows, but I eat on
The hood needs me there, 18 is the low
The fiends'll let you know, I'm a fiend for the dough
And anything you want, we'll bring it to the door
Duffle bag
You wanna shop with my crew? You ain't got enough
You wanna cop you a few? You ain't got enough
You wanna know what's the price? You ain't got enough
You wanna shoot a lil dice? You ain't got enough
You got niggas in the slums? You ain't got enough
You say you got a lotta guns? You ain't got enough
You got the game on lock? You ain't got enough
You movin weight on yo block? You ain't got enough
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