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Pretti Sly & Stitches] All these suckers hatin' cause a nigga always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, nigga Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, nigga TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', nigga Pull up in a Maserati, all white like that coco, nigga They say Stitches crazy, in Spanish they say I'm loco, nigga I'm a drug dealer and my nigga Sly, he pimpin' bitches [?] Forgiatos on our car, oh yeah, we stuntin', nigga Who gon' tell us something? Nobody could never tell us shit How you supposed to give advice when you can't pay your bills, lil bitch My money do the talkin' for me, I don't like to talk a lot Everywhere that I pull up my name is up on that parkin' spot I'm screamin' fuck a record deal cause I don't need one I'm screamin' fuck your favorite rapper, I don't see him I ain't got no competition, homie, I swear to God It's TMI Gang, fool, we screamin' fuck a job All these suckers hatin' cause a nigga always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, nigga Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, nigga TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', nigga All these suckers hatin' cause a nigga always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, nigga Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, nigga TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', nigga When I got famous these boys they stared actin' funny, nigga When I got famous your bitch she started actin' lovely, nigga The tables turn, niggas learn, bitches learn She used to brush me off now she wanna take my clothes off I just bought a Rolie and this shit rose gold Don't play around with my squad, we don't ever fold I love girls with big booty, I love girls with big tities First day she let me hit it, I fucked her once and that pussy [?], oh God They want me to fail, they want me to fail They want me to fail, they want me to fail Book me up in jail, lock me in a cell Book me up in jail, lock me in a cell All these suckers hatin' cause a nigga always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, nigga Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, nigga TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', nigga All these suckers hatin' cause a nigga always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, nigga Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, nigga TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', nigga
Writer(s): Adam Joseph Backhaus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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