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AceTheFace
We was gettin' money, we was gettin' money
Joog
Take some of that bass out, Bruce
Yeah-yeah Ron-Ron, do that shit
We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that'll back that ass up
Don't be actin' funny when you clap that ass up
Shorty, you better not act up Yeah
We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that'll back that ass up Yeah
Don't be actin' funny when you clap that ass up
Shorty, you better not act up

Verse 1: Ohgeesy
Niggas workin' with the feds, yeah, they dead, yeah
I'm just smokin', countin' bread, yeah, pop meds, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah
I'ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down
All my niggas got the boats now, you know how
We be rockin' off the cocaine, the whole town
Wanna fuck with a nigga now, I hold it down
Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin' down
Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin' down
Got the pipe like a plumber, nigga, I'm a drummer, nigga
Free Greedo, all my motherfuckin' Drummer niggas

Chorus: Ohgeesy
Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
I'm the type of nigga break your back, then run it back
Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap, she love the dad
I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad, I make a mess
She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so get it, girl
I'm that nigga, that nigga-nigga that hit it, girl

Verse 2: Rob Vicious
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I'm that nigga, just listen Listen
Pistols in the party, nigga Bah, I can feel the tension Ayy
They don't want us in the hood like a fucked up engine
Bitch, if you can't take the heat, get out my muhfuckin' kitchen Bitch
Ayy, shout out all my shooters, couple names I can't mention
When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listened Ayy
When I wake up in the mornin', all I'm thinkin' 'bout is checking
Wack a nigga then I'm tourin', shoulda kept me out your Gang, gang
Pull up on my opps, we got 'em sick as hell, that nigga tellin'
They like, Lil' Rob, you slick as hell, my niggas felons
Where I'm from, bitch, we don't do the drugs, lil' bitch, we sellin' Ayy
Said where I'm from, bitch, we don't do the drugs, lil' bitch, we sellin', ayy

Verse 3: Fenix Flexin
Bitch, I'm tryna go, yeah, I'm rockin' shows, yeah Rockin' shows
Throw that money on the floor, yeah, I'm fuckin' hoes, yeah
Serve a pussy on my phone, yeah, I'm crackin' codes, yeah Ayy
If we beefin' let me know, yeah, I'm finna blow, yeah I'ma finna blow
Young nigga need a city chick, real saditty bitch What
Type of ho that'll swallow me until she finish it Finish it
Yeah, you cute, but that ain't enough, I need a thicker bitch Thicker bitch
He wasn't cuttin' it, that lil' baby need some bigger dick Ayy
That's a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick This a bigger stick
Popped a Perky, now a nigga feelin' sick as shit Feelin' sick as shit
Just made the flip and shit, my niggas gettin' rich as shit
She actin' innocent, but she ain't really innocent Damn

Verse 4: Master Kato
I just caught another bag, made five in a hour
Niggas love gettin' bags Bitch, I make five in the shower Yuh
In the mall poppin' tags, spending bags by the thousand
Who them niggas gettin' that Bitch, don't ask 'cause they around us
Kickin' doors and throwin' up pounds of steel, walkin' with the choppas still
Got it on me walking out the pharm', I got a lotta pills
Got it on me walking out the bank, I got a lotta bills
Old hundreds, sippin' old red, show you how I feel
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it sip Nah
Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it sip
Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

Chorus: Ohgeesy
Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
I'm the type of nigga break your back then run it back
Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap, she love the dad
I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad, I make a mess
She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so get it, girl
I'm that nigga, that nigga-nigga that hit it, girl