Don't argue with me, man. I'm trying to give you a chance
If you don't get me my money tonight, I'm going to put that young girl of yours out on the whores road
Listen, Priz, that's my wife you're talking about, man
So what
Now, somebody's going to work tonight, Freddy
You really shouldn't have f*cked with my money, Freddy
Get your money, man
Yeah, clear view, open seas
On the yacht, talking cheese
Closing deals in Monaco
Pockets on Geronimo
I ain't got no feelings, hoe
You can stop the capping, though
Fake teeth make veneers
Diamonds dancing in my ear
I ain't never had no fear
40 on my waistline
That'll cover haters
Trying to dunk from the baseline
Looking for that smoke
Now you hog tied with rope
Gave my niggas the wrong quote
And some boxes that was short
What you thought was going to happen
All my dogs bought action
We at the goal line, nigga
And we ain't doing no passes
This the combine
Them bullets going to expose who the fastest
This ain't personal, homie
Them bullets ate up his vest
Damn
Pay me what you owe me
Not a cent less
My boy
Listen
Pay me what you owe me
Not a cent less
You don't give me my money
You know that little insignificant That red cent
Yeah, I better not be short one of those
Or I'm going to hop your fence
It's a game of laser tag
And you ain't got defense
It's all about the offense
I'm driving off with your bitch
It ain't really funny
But it's funny when you in that coupe
They all want that money
But they really scared to shoot
They more shoop-a-doop, shoop-a-doop
Salt and pepper
I pulled up in that black thang bitch
Salt and pepper
She said, look at your beard, daddy
It's salt and pepper
I said, watch your tone, bitch
Order lemon pepper
Because it can get hot summertime in Mallorca
Topless beaches
Bitches do whatever for the hombre
I be talking crazy, nigga
I be in my own mind
I'm going to tell you niggas like, one more time
I need my bread, nigga
Shit get hectic
You know that dream is incredible
I got to go to school tomorrow
Ah
I love living in the suburbs
That dream was amazing, man
I could be a thug
Ah
I know my dad's already telling me to go to Harvard and everything
Oh, that dream, man
I was a thug, dude
It might have been the most realist thing I ever experienced
It was the most realist thing I ever experienced
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Don't argue with me, man. I'm trying to give you a chance
If you don't get me my money tonight, I'm going to put that young girl of yours out on the whores road
Listen, Priz, that's my wife you're talking about, man
So what
Now, somebody's going to work tonight, Freddy
You really shouldn't have f*cked with my money, Freddy
Get your money, man
Yeah, clear view, open seas
On the yacht, talking cheese
Closing deals in Monaco
Pockets on Geronimo
I ain't got no feelings, hoe
You can stop the capping, though
Fake teeth make veneers
Diamonds dancing in my ear
I ain't never had no fear
40 on my waistline
That'll cover haters
Trying to dunk from the baseline
Looking for that smoke
Now you hog tied with rope
Gave my niggas the wrong quote
And some boxes that was short
What you thought was going to happen
All my dogs bought action
We at the goal line, nigga
And we ain't doing no passes
This the combine
Them bullets going to expose who the fastest
This ain't personal, homie
Them bullets ate up his vest
Damn
Pay me what you owe me
Not a cent less
My boy
Listen
Pay me what you owe me
Not a cent less
You don't give me my money
You know that little insignificant That red cent
Yeah, I better not be short one of those
Or I'm going to hop your fence
It's a game of laser tag
And you ain't got defense
It's all about the offense
I'm driving off with your bitch
It ain't really funny
But it's funny when you in that coupe
They all want that money
But they really scared to shoot
They more shoop-a-doop, shoop-a-doop
Salt and pepper
I pulled up in that black thang bitch
Salt and pepper
She said, look at your beard, daddy
It's salt and pepper
I said, watch your tone, bitch
Order lemon pepper
Because it can get hot summertime in Mallorca
Topless beaches
Bitches do whatever for the hombre
I be talking crazy, nigga
I be in my own mind
I'm going to tell you niggas like, one more time
I need my bread, nigga
Shit get hectic
You know that dream is incredible
I got to go to school tomorrow
Ah
I love living in the suburbs
That dream was amazing, man
I could be a thug
Ah
I know my dad's already telling me to go to Harvard and everything
Oh, that dream, man
I was a thug, dude
It might have been the most realist thing I ever experienced
It was the most realist thing I ever experienced
If you don't get me my money tonight, I'm going to put that young girl of yours out on the whores road
Listen, Priz, that's my wife you're talking about, man
So what
Now, somebody's going to work tonight, Freddy
You really shouldn't have f*cked with my money, Freddy
Get your money, man
Yeah, clear view, open seas
On the yacht, talking cheese
Closing deals in Monaco
Pockets on Geronimo
I ain't got no feelings, hoe
You can stop the capping, though
Fake teeth make veneers
Diamonds dancing in my ear
I ain't never had no fear
40 on my waistline
That'll cover haters
Trying to dunk from the baseline
Looking for that smoke
Now you hog tied with rope
Gave my niggas the wrong quote
And some boxes that was short
What you thought was going to happen
All my dogs bought action
We at the goal line, nigga
And we ain't doing no passes
This the combine
Them bullets going to expose who the fastest
This ain't personal, homie
Them bullets ate up his vest
Damn
Pay me what you owe me
Not a cent less
My boy
Listen
Pay me what you owe me
Not a cent less
You don't give me my money
You know that little insignificant That red cent
Yeah, I better not be short one of those
Or I'm going to hop your fence
It's a game of laser tag
And you ain't got defense
It's all about the offense
I'm driving off with your bitch
It ain't really funny
But it's funny when you in that coupe
They all want that money
But they really scared to shoot
They more shoop-a-doop, shoop-a-doop
Salt and pepper
I pulled up in that black thang bitch
Salt and pepper
She said, look at your beard, daddy
It's salt and pepper
I said, watch your tone, bitch
Order lemon pepper
Because it can get hot summertime in Mallorca
Topless beaches
Bitches do whatever for the hombre
I be talking crazy, nigga
I be in my own mind
I'm going to tell you niggas like, one more time
I need my bread, nigga
Shit get hectic
You know that dream is incredible
I got to go to school tomorrow
Ah
I love living in the suburbs
That dream was amazing, man
I could be a thug
Ah
I know my dad's already telling me to go to Harvard and everything
Oh, that dream, man
I was a thug, dude
It might have been the most realist thing I ever experienced
It was the most realist thing I ever experienced
Writer: Lamar Womack
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