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Who the you think you fuckin with im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin fire alarm come the money burners
my burnin, my money burnin, my money burnin
You see my money burnin, money burnin money
You see the bitch

When it come to these im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the track her
on the rims skinny but they fat paper
like im fresh out bitch, its to stack paper
of Miami my Chevy still candy
My chopper still i empty it gladly
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint got a goon, but fuck it gotta do it
Last You may have heard that we got into it
Now the boy missin you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x)

Im cooking a which is my signature dish
time to all my niggas this Columbian fish
tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold yatch master
Got em to Baltimore who movin all the raw
With pink (?) I never saw before
when that chopper clap it drop a trey beat
stray dog ass wanna give me rabies
when your pockets fat them bitches stay in
them niggas trap clothes, we gonna and eat
them boys fire hazards they got them choppers on em
Fuck crime stopper, call em helicopters on em
of slidin 187
Represent your side thugs go to heaven
Hollywood even though I got it good
I aint gotta goon, But it somebody gotta do it

I grew up columbian drug lords
who knew i would afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii with Diddy on
quarter milli in the Louis bitch pretty as
I got a funny Fuckin Feds watchin me
At this point the goverment could stop me
20 Mill in years its a Mobilary
Bon Jovi in this bitch blow for
Ricky Ross, Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Hollywood even though I got it good
I aint got a but Fuck it somebody gotta do it