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S-N-Double-O-P, I'm a dizz-op
Shit, he was talkin' brazy, I ain't lie, I knocked the nigga off
I ain't tryna give him a chance to kill me or take the stand on me
He know I just had a hundred thousand P's Saran'd on me
I had to hand out all the rooms so she can't say I molested
I tried to take back all the watches, rings, and the necklaces
She said I'm takin' full advantage 'cause I'm never stressin'
'Cause I had feelings for this girl that barely owned a residence
Don't get me wrong, 'cause it ain't nothing 'bout that money, nigga
I meant to tell you, since a kid, I been gettin' my own figures
I was bringin' in the racks and she was steady shoppin'
I'm talkin' big bills, all colors, nigga, Monopoly
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm sharper than the damn machete
Super different, I even stood out on my own partners
Since a kid, I been a dresser, Thousand Island
I was shittin', my diamonds green, piss, port-a-potty, whoa

Yeah
Bitch talk to me while I'm sleepin', yeah, yeah
Swimmin' in the linen like deep-end, yeah, yeah
All I never needed was a alibi, yeah, yeah
I don't need a motherf*ckin' reason, yeah
Out of mind, so I keep a pizzy
Everything a hundred, I don't ever leave it fifty, yeah
Did my own half-time, if I was simple
What the f*ck you think I'm rich for?
Why you think I'm always talkin' shit, with my hand on my dick?
In the crib, this bitch turn it to a strip show
It's what it is, though
Yeah, yeah, it's what it is, though, yeah, whoa
Leave me alone, take your ass home
If it ain't another million, I ain't pickin' up the phone
Phony motherf*ckers always sittin' on a throne
All I want's some pussy, baby, give a dog a bone, yeah, yeah
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot, yeah
Two hundred for the whip in the parking lot
Everything cuttin', turn this shit into a barbershop
Swear I'm always shinin', couldn't tell you if it's dark or not
Just a couple things I thought about, yeah, yeah
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Yeah
Ayy
Listen

S-N-Double-O-P, I'm a dizz-op
Shit, he was talkin' brazy, I ain't lie, I knocked the nigga off
I ain't tryna give him a chance to kill me or take the stand on me
He know I just had a hundred thousand P's Saran'd on me
I had to hand out all the rooms so she can't say I molested
I tried to take back all the watches, rings, and the necklaces
She said I'm takin' full advantage 'cause I'm never stressin'
'Cause I had feelings for this girl that barely owned a residence
Don't get me wrong, 'cause it ain't nothing 'bout that money, nigga
I meant to tell you, since a kid, I been gettin' my own figures
I was bringin' in the racks and she was steady shoppin'
I'm talkin' big bills, all colors, nigga, Monopoly
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm sharper than the damn machete
Super different, I even stood out on my own partners
Since a kid, I been a dresser, Thousand Island
I was shittin', my diamonds green, piss, port-a-potty, whoa

Yeah
Bitch talk to me while I'm sleepin', yeah, yeah
Swimmin' in the linen like deep-end, yeah, yeah
All I never needed was a alibi, yeah, yeah
I don't need a motherf*ckin' reason, yeah
Out of mind, so I keep a pizzy
Everything a hundred, I don't ever leave it fifty, yeah
Did my own half-time, if I was simple
What the f*ck you think I'm rich for?
Why you think I'm always talkin' shit, with my hand on my dick?
In the crib, this bitch turn it to a strip show
It's what it is, though
Yeah, yeah, it's what it is, though, yeah, whoa
Leave me alone, take your ass home
If it ain't another million, I ain't pickin' up the phone
Phony motherf*ckers always sittin' on a throne
All I want's some pussy, baby, give a dog a bone, yeah, yeah
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot, yeah
Two hundred for the whip in the parking lot
Everything cuttin', turn this shit into a barbershop
Swear I'm always shinin', couldn't tell you if it's dark or not
Just a couple things I thought about, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Donte Lamar Perkins, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Malcolm James McCormick, Zachary Farache
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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