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And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? All white bricks stay wrapped up in ... That Rarri sitting at the red light Jewel shinning hard... these bitches... You know I ball, you know what's in my wall You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip We was in the hood, but now we taking trips, And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? All white bricks stay wrapped up in ... That Rarri sitting at the red light Jewel shinning hard, these bitches... my name, the headlight You know I ball, you know what's in my wall You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip We was in the hood, but now we taking trips, Let me show my muscle, I'm flexin on your niggas If I lift it up boy, I ain't flexin on you niggas No, plugging not no moving, no saucer I ain't lying boy, they really been in them sofas Let a player coach you, you can't coach a player I take your hope from you cause I'm so player She said, he said he been in the ...get your deal nigga I swear I got these bitches, gettin nasty And don't come around me, if you ain't fucking classy And that pussy I'm gonna murder it And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? All white bricks stay wrapped up in ... That Rarri sitting at the red light Jewel shinning hard, these bitches... my name, the headlight You know I ball, you know what's in my wall You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip We was in the hood, but now we taking trips, And I been feel... these cuddy niggas snitching Boy I ain't flexing, you can put me in the kitchen I'ma cook it up, I'ma break it down Pass it out, and I set them pounds Keep 1000 rounds for all you bitch niggas Got a lot of grapes, so pick your dish nigga Your club will ...when ... And they be roofless, could be here for body counts 50 cal on me make your body bounce Nick to an ounce, ounce to a half, half to a brick house Through with them bitches, tell them get out And it's mob and that's without a doubt And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? All white bricks stay wrapped up in ... That Rarri sitting at the red light Jewel shinning hard, these bitches... my name, the headlight You know I ball, you know what's in my wall You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip We was in the hood, but now we taking trips.
Writer(s): Johnmichael Hakeem Gibson, Gary Rafael Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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