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I be making money, huh These lil niggas funny Why the hell he mad at me? Ha Cause his lil' bitch want me Lil RT bitch I be thuggin' On the west I still be junking Me and Tony, we was in it We just fucked up bunch of hundreds We fuck bitches by the dozen Waste the dollars, that ain't nothin' I won't go for nothin' Play with RT, put that boy on crutches Say he stuffing but he bluffing Fuck the bitch we don't love em If she doesn't want to fuck on me Then I'mma pass her to my brother Thick gay bitch said she likes girls So I passed her to my sister When Lil Tony pop out he be fresh as fuck Bitch you can't miss him I've been stepping since a jit, I learned to kill for all my kindred Know that time we can't do trippin' on they ass Cause they remember PCF cold like December Purple jeans, I keep it simple My new bitch came with some dimples When she suck me up, it's different My house big as hell, can't miss it After I fuck she says she miss me Try to kiss me off the rip, know I had to hit it with the Jimmy Bitch ass nigga got my drop three months ago He still ain't kill me Got some money, threw my glasses on So the white folk they didn't fear me Money moves, I see them clearly Freaky bitches can't get near me He said this shit ain't the hardest shit he heard The fuck he hearing? I be making money, huh These lil niggas funny Why the hell he mad at me? Ha Cause his lil' bitch want me Lil RT bitch I be thuggin' On the west I still be junking Me and Tony, we was in it We just fucked up bunch of hundreds
Writer(s): Cory Way, Richard Wayne Jr. Sims, Broderick Thompson-smith, Carlos Walker, Tony Gelato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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