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Uh huh, uh huh
Whoa-oa! Nacky (Nacky)
Yeah [?] klk?
Claro, [?]
Oh, yeah, listen, son (whoa)

Bring these n***** home now, free transportation straight to Mecca (to the roof)
We in the zone now (we in the zone)
Just let the fuckin’ beat play, selecta (selecta)
Bring these n***** home now, free transportation straight to Mecca (selecta)
Just let the beat play (whoa, chyeah!)

Home run, swing for the fences— McGwire versus Sosa
Barry Bonds, extended clip, (click) tryna work the culture
Hollow tip rip you, son (Ttma!)
Some n***** tend to prefer the toast
Customer clickin’, shit I be servin’ kosher (puro)
Two-seater Benz, swervin’ roadsters (skrrt)
Pistols secure the holsters (uh huh)
Mexican, I'm well-connected, live with the purest coca
Clients near the sofa, come closer
Keepin’ his composure, gun roaster (bah!)
Corner boy, slum poster, tongue boaster
Idols with glistenin’ shinin’ wrists
[?] Hieroglyphic designer (fly)
Find us in the trenches
I sat on the benches, supply endless [?]
[?] Try this shit, you’re ignorant, mind get twisted
Findin' pigeons (money!)
Yo, residual income a number game
Was young, independent— infinite hunger pangs
Thunder bangin’, listen
It come to pain, intricate vision is unrestrained
Missiles’ll get you some of this [?] change (ching, ching, ching, ching!)

Yeah, 30 in the clip, 30 when I weigh the ounces (weigh ‘em out, son, weigh up)
Son, move a whole cake, you know, flake that move mountains (oh, yeah, move the whole cake!)
Ojo, multiply the papers, pour Aces by the fountains (yeah)
They be hatin’ on the Nackman ‘cause I be countin’ (money!)
30 in the clip, and 30 when I weigh the ounces (trap! Movin’!)
Move a whole cake, you know exactly what I'm ‘bout (what I'm ’bout)
Son, multiply the papers, pour Ace in large amounts (large amounts, keep pourin’)
Hatin’ on the Nackman, son

Touchdown, learn to cut brown
Snuff solid, I got enough rounds
Buster make you Doberman Pinschers turn to Dachshunds (Brrr)
Left the block, came back with the motherfucker, what’s up now? (Sup now?!)
Whirlin’ buck shots makin’ ‘em jump and duck down (Boom, boom, boom)
Fuckin’ clown ass n***** is lames (Fuck ‘em)
Ayo, they need to broaden up their vision, their livin’ is lame
Take a shot for the top of this lack of ambition, limited Zane
They should accept it— we ain’t nearly made or driven the same (You not like me, son!)
Ayo, now flake [?] in the trap [?] (White and brown)
Terrifyin’ lightskin, n****, black Rambo (Brrr)
Nackman laughin’ while I grip the MAC handle (Haha!)
Write an exact plan, yo, carry it out precisely (Uh huh)
I plan to be an old man in care of a thousand wifeys (Nack)
The police apparently browse at night (Woop)
I got n***** that live in my surrounding area soundin’ like me, uh huh (Soundin’ like me)
Yeah, for real, son

30 in the clip, 30 when I weigh the ounces (Weigh up, weigh up, son)
Move a whole cake, you know, flake that move mountains (Move the whole cake!)
Ojo, multiply the papers, pour Aces by the fountains (Pour it up, pour it up)
They be hatin’ on the Nackman ‘cause I be countin’ (Money!)
Uh, 30 in the clip, and 30 when I weigh the ounces
Move a whole cake, you know exactly what I'm ‘bout (What I'm ’bout, son)
Son, multiply the papers, pour Ace in large amounts (Large amounts, pour up)
They be hatin’ on the Nackman ‘cause all we do is count, yo (Money!)
Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching!

All I do is count paper, see ya later

Get you to run down the Supreme Mathematics
Oh, haha, okay
[?] Shouldn’t he do that, though?
[?] I’ll tell you right now
You can’t Google the Supreme Mathematics, right now
When you Google it, you have to extremely Google that shit