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talkin*]
Yo, every body get
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what we've doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
Niggas hatin and shit (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of out here, getcha hands on it
Uh uh, Most

Yo, I'm that nigga who you be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop
bitches
Tounge pass the
If I fall for a bitch, let me dont push me
Hatin ass nigga hafta slick sides
outta look at my chain cause he dont dick ride
Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, niggas me
And talk to the song so they bitch dont me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me find out jealous
Hot, yo the told us that we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
you the shit you know so why test us
Dont bother me that shit'a break ya
This week alone I already ate ya check
Let my check book if I'm playin in vein
you niggas Boo it's cool
Cause your my name

Is it the way I live and I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and what I got is what your to get
Do I so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The don't wanna see my C-L 6,
wanna frisk me
And young with dough I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you kiss me
But dead or me doin a bid you gunna me
This aint hate, its too love cause I'm richer
When I used to push things, I flip quicker,
Niggas wanna cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they sisters
I hear Most Wanted (and)
Most Wanted (uh huh)
Mr. dead broke (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. home this gun on my lap
And all frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my dough fast and yours slower
You ass out like a used to go lower
And I'm next to the and the cocaine grower
See red when I split ya head like nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't me a price
I a bullet for em like my chain at the rice
Spit every last at a gunfall
A you the listener if you come for em
Die for the nigga my dog forever
Hoes be like damn why always together
Two things thata never be have is rich and thats you and another ass

[Mr.]
Boobonic feed man I'll talk shit for you
Tell you to take cover swing and hit for you
Get up, come back and spit for you
hot heads that make the shit for you
Ride for you homie our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for they got it fucked up
Like chicks need a perm they click and touched up
off on the bike and pop the clutch up what

Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
You know.. dont want it man anybody move closer
I'm you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
You niggas want no beef man
I'm routing for shit for real
Fuck you man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin
And you didnt experince that.. you know
you niggas didnt experience man
Y'all know what money is man
money is when bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
You niggas have stash's.. I money.. overseas nigga
You dont want I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take over corners dressed up in a suit
And niggas wanna reach I lean and shoot