Gangsta (feat. Rich Boy)

Rich Boy

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    We on that gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta
    I bought my girl haha laughing at the rest
    You act like u can make her wet
    But u should be ashamed of that
    I float the cash and make it back

    You struggle tryin to stack a stack
    No matter what you know we strapped, where you at?
    I flipped her first and then her cousin
    Got that bread coming out the oven
    Hydrocodin mixed with tusin

    Kick them hoes I used to cuff, ain't fucking they
    Now she drop it like a nugget
    Super star but now she buggin, come her girl and show me something

    I was turning up the bass, I was on a paperchase
    Pen write with big bank, 50 on my briefcase
    Bitch if you ain't cool enough who you think you foolin huh?
    My wrist cold as a freezer got to get my dollars up

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    You a gangsta ain't ya, riddled with ya finga
    No time to cock it when niggas poppin and you in danger
    More money could it be, big dollars be calling me
    This show ain't over with, there's so much more to see
    Cadillac audis and nex ridin around with 200 racks

    Hustle hard take it to the max, purp loud comin out the back
    Dope boy be cookin that crack, blow that flip that back
    Niggas already know my rap, a mill sold nigga look at that plaque
    I turn power for cash pull up and drop the anchor

    You scared to hustle that's more for me my nigga thank ya
    My daily routine count cash jus like a banker
    Back to the streets to get this cheese, this shit is gangsta

    Who do I see acting, pussy let me have it
    Time for me to cash it, at the bank I'm laughing
    Bumping and I'm blasting we puff it and pass it
    Swerve it through the traffic coming like a

    Hit them with the Apple juice getting drunk with no excuse
    I'm guilty for drug abuse getting high and rolling too
    Suckers see and try to be wish they would but can't be me
    Niggas say they gangsta but they everythang except a G
    Errtime you see me I bet you
    High stuck up in the clouds no suckers in here allowed
    Money speaks, on my mind cross with me and game time
    365 24/7 the same grind

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