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Here's why I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini gloves out that a bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung

Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or

whippin bout 2:30 in the morn Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don The chron chron and girls on my arm It's on! 2nd Chorus Ladies, they love

LLOYD BANKS: ugh.. bury me wit my enemies dead and gone they gonna remeber me weather me in the dirt nigga, power hold its own power in the P's money

Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentley Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me Shit, lately I've been practicing my gas face 'Cause that's what

I meet my forb at the corner store Me and niggaz rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred

yeah i hear you now imma make you shut the fu-k up [bridge] they see me roving they want to stop, drop off the face of earth but imma make it pop hot

Can I overcome these things I'm feeling A coldness deep inside The violence, the loss of friends It's got me desensitized Why in the world, does the

Never really been into religion Never gave a fuck about superstition But such strange things are happening First once, then twice, then once again Never