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Ayy yeah (Classic) (Okay Jones) We'll f*ck this bitch up all night Bring all the ones (yeah, yeah) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, nigga I'm ballin' hard, I need a jersey on You don't ball at all Pull up all fours, nigga, back-to back Back-to back two Bentley trucks Two Lam' trucks black on black Walkin' in the club, make it rain Let's go rack for rack Chillin' in the club I'm in the back with the strap attached And what I just threw, half of that That'll get you whacked Crawlin' in the 'Vette, no top They ain't see me comin' Rims sittin' offset F*ck her with no strings attached Before I get a job I'll be out here sellin' narcotics The hood hot as hell The unmarkеds out 'cause the narcs comin' He wanna bе with gang, I Told him slide, nigga, drop somethin' The dope game prices up and Down like the stock market Out in New Castle in Kentucky I was servin' onions Or in the cabin in Tennessee with the hunters I don't really need the weed, but codeine I'm a fuckin' junkie I sell t-shirts and CDs But can get you hustled C'mon ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Ayy, nigga Countin' up money 'til my Motherfuckin' hands cramp Dope came pearl white, nigga With a damn stamp White buffs tinted, I can't see these niggas She was so easy She gave the pussy up in thirty minutes Eleven hundred horses I just tap it and this bitch spinnin' Most these lil' niggas, they be rappin' They don't really live it Anything I ever said I either seen it or I did that Thumbin' through the pros, I'm somewhere Chillin' where the hills at, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah yeah