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I wasn't born rich, but I'ma die with a mit my niggas outside with them sticks, ayy They wipin' your nose like a kid, knew I was gon be that nigga at ten Hop in that den, then we spinnin a bin Niggas, they thought I forgot, but I didn't I need that money, don't need no new friend aye I wasn't born rich, but I'ma die with a mit My niggas outside with them sticks, ayy They wipin' your nose like a kid, knew I was gon' be that nigga at ten Hop in that den, then we spinna bin Niggas, they thought I forgot, but I didn't I need that money, don't need no new friend I need that money, my bitch need a heart Smokin' that gas, that shit smell like a fart Crackin' a seal, it just came out the jar you running yo lips, you get cracked in your jaw You never tell, I don't care what you saw been livin' well, had to cut off my dog With no effort, had my back against the wall you know testa so you know I'ma ball With no pressure, I ain't stressin' at all stuff 3.5 in that wood like a log Nigga, you know I'm big dog nigga, you know who we are Chill in the cut play my part Smokin' that gas, I'm inhaling Smokin' that fire, in heaven I get that bag like the mailman Not bout to buy what you sellin nahh I need that money, that fall off them trees Smokin' and drinkin' on all this codeine say that they need it and they come to me I wasn't born rich, ayy But guarantee that I get the cheese's I get them dollars that come with them commas I run up, bitch, you know I don't sleep I wasn't born rich, but I'ma die with a mit my niggas outside with them sticks, ayy They wipin' your nose like a kid Knew I was gon' be that nigga at ten Hop in that den, then we spinnin a bin niggas, they thought I forgot, but I didn't I need that money, don't need no new friend, ayy I wasn't born rich, but I'ma die with a mit my niggas outside with them sticks, ayy they wipin' your nose like a kid You always gon' be that nigga at ten hop in that den, then we spinnin a bin Niggas, they thought I forgot, but I didn't I need that money, don't need no new friend, ayy Run it up, I get that bag, I done sold enough high off this life yeah, I hope I don't sober up gave you a price you ain't like it, yeah so what lived in a trap with the rats and the roaches I really got it, these niggas be bogus Flex on the gram, they might catch you in motion Fuck with the wave she got wet like the ocean, yah, yah She love the drip, she love the way that talk like a pimp I'm nothin' like them, I gave you a price that you couldn't resist, yeah Now I be poppin' my shit, yeah, them niggas ain't nothin' like this, yeah I'd rather give me some money, I'm chasin' them hunnids, you chasin' a bitch, yeah, yeah That don't make sense, yeah, yeah, not payin' no bitch driving ' too fast, we don't stop for the dicks I'm on your ass if you owe me a cent Get all this money, but I still repent I love my money, I can't trust a bitch They say that they love me, I know they don't love me I'm stackin' these hunnids, I gotta go get it I wasn't born rich, but imma die with a mit My niggas outside with them sticks, ayyy they wipin' yo' nose like a kid, knew I was gon' be that nigga at ten Hop in a den, then we spinnin a bin niggas they thought I forgot but I didn't I need that money, don't need no new friend, aye I wasn't born rich, but imma die with a mit my niggas outside with them sticks, ayy They wipin' yo' nose like a kid, knew I was gon' be that nigga at ten Hop in a den, then we spinnin a bin Niggas, they thought I forgot but I didn't I need that money, don't need no new friend Aye
Writer(s): Tyrone Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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