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Lyrics: Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch (D-d-daytrip took it to ten) Hold on, uh (hey) I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry And by any means that's necessary Designer jeans, my hereditary I fucked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February Like oh man, crazy as hell This job only pay me a lil' Wonder how a Mercedes'll feel? Daydreamin' ain't payin' a bill Uh, watch how I fuck it up, get back All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh Lambo' truck straight pitch black Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh My unborn daughter got a rich dad First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh Good gas, boy, we smell that Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry Niggas couldn't ever leave the crib (what'd you say? What'd you say Cordae?) I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (okay) I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry (Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy, water) Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence Like I'm nitty, but your closed eyelids (closed) Feelin' like a menace to society I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety hold my beer (oh my) Ayy, listen here to make that kind of money You gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear) I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear (rain) Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about Pain here (huh) Uh, uh, uh, she jackin' my beanstalk, get that? Golden Goose egg to get your bitch back Uh, uh, uh, you niggas need to go and get your drip back Mismatch, need the milk, Similac Uh, uh, uh, probably took a catnap and stay from my peripheral (woo) Keepin' it with the nat-nat Uh, uh, uh, I'ma ace this blackjack Schoolin' 'em on how to handle the rock like I'm Jack Black Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (I'm in it) Hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter Radioactive, I broke the emitter You bitter, actin' like unpaid babysitter (you bitter) Uh, uh, uh, uh (bitter) Flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver Shit on the pussy, shovel over the kitty litter Stay with the stick and a misfit, I'm Master Splinter (uh) I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry If a nigga ever talk shit, I'ma finish him Fuck the police and fuck George Zimmerman Just told M1 he the new Timbaland Niggas switched up on me, Aunt Vivian Good kid from a m.A.a.d city, no minivan Love a fat ass, but really, I'm a titty man Hit the strip club, spent at least about fifty bands Fuck all the bullshit, I'm the real Dirty Dan Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't fuck with me I'm a winner, you a runner up, Mike Huckabee Luckily, cut some niggas off, now I'm sucker-free My bitch, she's so fuckin' bad, buy her double C's I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
