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We came for the bottom They didn't think no niggas could walk through the hollows We popping these bottles What you know about pouring champagne on a model We run them racks Why would you Trip when you moving these packs You gone off that act It be having y'all tripping I'm gone keep it stack But it keep you at war That Money is the reason why shells on the floor It pop like the fourth Them dogs won't smell that work in the door The hustle was swift My broads will move a pack in lift It's not the flip You want real bread then learn how to whip You get check than you run it up Than let a chick count it up enemies start clicking up And homies start switching up Yeah The streets don't Love you Nah These hoes don't trust you Don't let a nigga front you Young boy you better hustle Invested in stocks It's time for people to buy back the block We war with the cops Don't believe that story they tell you on fox We getting that cream I want all my niggas to live like a king What do you mean This is that base you can serve to a fiend I giving them Jews My thoughts be given them chill like the flu You see how we move My wild life's way too real for a zoo I swear it iconic All these of rings got me feeling like sonic This world is so toxic We only live once so roll up the chronic You get check than you run it up Than let a chick count it up Enemies start clicking up And homies start switching up Yeah The streets don't Love you Nah These hoes don't trust you Don't let a nigga front you Young boy you better hustle We want the money and respect Y'all hustle just to flex I need more zeros on the check I need mores stones on my neck Me need more brothers in the office And less in kids in the coffin Keep real ones in your posses Only cuff her if she bossy All that dirt I wipe it off Yeah I had to cut them suckers off I'm surfing to them big figure You can't win with them broke Niggas Shorty sweet like Nestea I got my eye on her bestie Treat her ocean like a jet ski Yeah she thick like Chun Li You get check than you run it up Than let a chick count it up Enemies start clicking up And homies start switching up Yeah The streets don't Love you Nah These hoes don't trust you Don't let a nigga front you Young boy you better hustle