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Every I stop, hoes like look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
like damn

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', they
They like

Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Hudson
a hammer, Thor
Shooter,
Slide through batches think I'm hecka
Breakin' necks, turnin' like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the like
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
Countin' so bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock paint (from where?)
Beige, like a
They hate me on the outside, love me in the
me in the back seat while I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you a hustler been fly

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
They pointin', they
They like

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
They damn

My pockets serious, mansion on a hilly
Main nigga got more cheese than a philly
Shoelace tied but a nigga still
I'm Lionel Richie high, I'm dancin' on the
Never marry a hoes, I marry checks
That's how you stay on top, sex
Rubberband business, you heard of that
I got the town talkin, you scurred of that
None less ten figures, you know what I'm worth
sales, show money, not including merch'
Club of bitches, pocket full of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup full of
Me going raw dog, ain't no way in
Before I risk my it be a cold day in hell
But take it off, here we go show and tell
And I'm that pussy like I'm fresh out of jail

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
They pointin', pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
They like

Every time I stop, like look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they
like damn
They pointin', they
They damn

Parallel while I'm ghost riding
Black diamonds man I'm racial
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I might let damn ho drive it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a test
You know my lingo baby let's
So I got a thousand worth of singles
I got racks in the cargo of my
Still, won't give her Nathaniel
Life a gamble so I had to a bet
These Air Max but make a check
They took me out the but it's still in me
I sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so they listen
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

Every I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
They pointin', they
They like
They pointin', pointin'
They damn

Every time I stop, like look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', pointin'
like damn