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Uh This shit crazy Look Bean bag full of shots different from a bag of Skittles If shit get bumpy bust it in your face like a fuckin' pimple (buss it, buss it, buss it) I need God to answer more prayers, so I'm headed to the temple (ah) Bitches sit around on they ass like they done failed cripple (the fuck?) Every convo got a time limit 'cause I don't like to put my mind in it I don't sympathize with nobody guys, look me in my eyes, and they drop timid (they scared) A nigga can't even make me blush 'cause I get more play than Toys R Us Lay her body out like thin crust so we can chop it up with no Pizza Hut Waste time on a amateur, give her 31 shots no calendar (bang) I bet he kick back when he heat it, make a nigga jump like a cheerleader (blaow) Feel it like Peter pushin' bitches to the side like Amina (whoa, whoa, whoa) Since I'm the color of a pork and bean, I don't wanna see no cops on the scene 'Cause shit could get terrible (ah) So when I move a body, or I do a robbery I'm careful (clean that shit up) Stained quick, you ain't gettin' shit, money ain't shareable So don't try to walk a day in my shoes, he-hell no they ain't wearable Might need me a church, niggas finna get hurt Dig deep in that dirt (hurry), for that body you search (hurry) For that money I search (hurry), for that body they search (hurry) For that money I search (hurry), for that body they search (hurry) I'ma search, search, search, search I'ma search, search, search, search I'ma search, search, search, search For that money I search, for that body they search Might need me a church, niggas finna get hurt Dig deep in that dirt (hurry), for that body you search (hurry) For that money I search (hurry), for that body they search (hurry) For that money I search (hurry), for that body they search (hurry) I'ma search, search, search, search I'ma search, search, search, search I'ma search, search, search, search For that money I search, for that body they search Shawty, I can't even save ya (too late), like I ran outta data (ah) Bitch I'm typin' up yo' will (yup), gone say bye to Jada (bye) Got guns in the backseat bigger than an alligator (brrah) If I draw the choppa on you, it's only out to erase ya Let me show you a sample Aim at yo' head, make it bubble like shampoo Money ain't comin' slo-mo, if it cost to be the boss then nigga what's the total? Niggas say they global, they not even mobile, we can't even social, got him gettin' vocal (whoa) I'm just on a move Half the ones who ain't got shit got hella shit to prove (bitches) Bitches still broke, if you gettin' money and 'em bills due Holla at my man's 'fore he talk 'em bands 'cause I'm not a fool (I'm not) Big family, I gotta feed more than the Huxtables (pay it up) So when you see me in yo' sight best believe I'm finna hustle you (give it up) Motherfuckers out here owe me money thinkin' they untouchable (they not) If she don't meet me with my cheese, I'ma crack her, that's a Lunchable Might need me a church, niggas finna get hurt Dig deep in that dirt (hurry), for that body you search (hurry) For that money I search (hurry), for that body they search (hurry) For that money I search (hurry), for that body they search (hurry) I'ma search, search, search, search I'ma search, search, search, search I'ma search, search, search, search For that money I search, for that body they search
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