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Need mo Guap mo dollas They say that money can't buy happiness But it solve all my problems Need to go get me a bag A sorry hoe that's not my problem I'm sorry bro that's not my problem With the gang and we thinkin bout commas Need me mo I ain't feelin it properly Back out the back wit my bro's I want the tourin and shows To make me some profit Can't neva stress bout a hoe Cause they want the dough They fallin in love with yo pockets Most of these niggas is hoes They watching you slow But I neva lack that's a promise Yeah Getting it poppin Can't stop til I got morgues in my Pocket Won't stop girl I need me some millies Here schemin Won't stop till I'm eatin Need me mo dollas They know that I been fiendin Pop a tan just to make me feel even Going through phases I won't even see it How many plans done dropped Through the seasons To many things I take just to ease it Workin on everything it don't come easy Takin these doomies I write me some music Gon shoot me a movie yeah I put it on film If i shoot shot grab that Shit off the rim Pass it back know im gon shoot it again Heat dynasty destined to win Need me the bank I been goin in Need me more dope just cope in the crib High lifestyle yeah I'm high as a bitch Run with that Lilo boy you could get stitched Keep me some tricks These not for kids Take me a drink not no regular sip Everything potent I know that I'm golden Been plotting on m's ever since a kid Need me mo guala to stack for my kids A nigga been certified y'all not legit Need mo Guap mo dollas They say that money can't buy happiness But it solve all my problems Need to go get me a bag A sorry hoe that's not my problem I'm sorry bro that's not my problem With the gang and we thinkin bout commas Need me mo I ain't feelin it properly Back out the back wit my bro's I want the tourin and shows To make me some profit Can't neva stress bout a hoe Cause they want the dough They fallin in love with yo pockets Most of these niggas is hoes They watching you slow But I neva lack that's a promise Yeah Getting it poppin Can't stop til I got morgues in my Pocket Strong that I'm smokin I'm sitting here toasted Stuck in the crib I'm not doin this sober My vices get filled up through All this potent I pour out my pain When I pour up this potion Broken by pieces Out here by my lonely This shit for life Not a regular moment Sippin thin drank not no regular feel The time we killed when I was up on it Can't feel no more Gotta live in the moment My past is my past And nigga I own it Planning my future While Smokin on doja I keep my composure The deeper the pain The longer I'm sober It drive me insane It done made me a monster It drive me insane It done me a monster Need mo Guap mo dollas They say that money can't buy happiness But it solve all my problems Need to go get me a bag A sorry hoe that's not my problem I'm sorry bro that's not my problem With the gang and we thinkin bout commas Need me mo I ain't feelin it properly Back out the back wit my bro's I want the tourin and shows To make me some profit Can't neva stress bout a hoe Cause they want the dough They fallin in love with yo pockets Most of these niggas is hoes They watching you slow But I neva lack that's a promise Yeah Getting it poppin I Can't stop til I gotta morgue in my Pocket