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This dat money business I jus ran into a nice check Got a flight from venice Fucked her once And sent her right back I was watching flava flav When I learned about a night cap I was doin day to day Call lil bro for the night trap Running wild Known to do my thang I sur ran wrapped 100 thou Bitch you kno my name Do numbers Im a problem child Shooter jus came out the cage Ready to come and gun em down Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds We on top again Hit ya block Rob ya plug if you shop again Switches glock 40's Might need a mop again I might hurt you In this bitch And im a put it On my momma nem Screamin dirt gang I jus fucked a baddie She saw the ice And how it gliss She want the addy We smoke the zaza out the p And we dont pass it And if its mula on the strip I gotta have it I got dat glock on me In broad day I aint stashing This dat money business I jus ran into a nice check Got a flight from venice Fucked her once And sent her right back I was watching flava flav When I learned about a night cap I was doin day to day Call lil bro for the night trap Running wild Known to do my thang I sur ran wrapped 100 thou Bitch you kno my name Do numbers Im a problem child Shooter jus came out the cage Ready to come and gun em down Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds Diamonds so precise Got dirty ice On my nightstand I aint taking no chances Treat dat glizzy Like my hype man She call me when You gone Cause you hitting It like I can Numbers mafia the mob Just kno my niggas Piped in Drop the lo We be at the door before The night end 2 twin lightskin White wraith White benz Middle finger To dem niggas I dont need need em Dont confide in no hoe Dnt trust no eater This dat money business I jus ran into a nice check Got a flight from venice Fucked her once And sent her right back I was watching flava flav When I learned about a night cap I was doin day to day Call lil bro for the night trap Running wild Known to do my thang I sur ran wrapped 100 thou Bitch you kno my name Do numbers Im a problem child Shooter jus came out the cage Ready to come and gun em down Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds
Writer(s): Mark Laepple, Corey Pickett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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