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Who the fuck you think you fuckin 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 money burnin
You see the smoke

When it come to bitches im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the rape her
ties on the rims but they fat paper
im fresh out bitch, its time to stack paper
port of Miami my Chevy candy
My chopper still fully i it gladly
Hollywood even though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but fuck it gotta do it
week You may have heard that we got into it
Now the boy missin bitch you heard how Gotti's do it (2x)

Im cooking a brick which is my signature
time to feed all my niggas this Columbian
Yellow tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold master
Got em to Baltimore who movin all the raw
With pink diamond (?) I never saw
when that chopper it drop like a trey beat
stray dog ass bitches give me rabies
when pockets fat them bitches stay in heat
them niggas trap clothes, we gonna and eat
them boys fire hazards when got them choppers on em
Fuck stopper, better call em helicopters on em
Definition of 187
Represent your side only thugs go to
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint goon, But fuck it somebody gotta do it

I grew up columbian drug lords
who ever knew i afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii with on concords
quarter milli in the Louis bitch as Appolonia
I got a funny Fuckin Feds watchin me
At this point the goverment could stop me
20 Mill in years its a Mobilary
Bon in this bitch blow for everybody
Ricky Ross, Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Never even though I got it good
I got a goon but Fuck it somebody gotta do it