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[C-Bo]

My whole crew balling

Pushing roses down to the impalas

On a mission for dollars bumping hoes

You know my motto

All about the cash 6 million dollar pad

That’s money over hoes with big tits and ass

I like to lounge on my yacht

And count money by the blocks

Million dollars in crates

Invested birdes don’t flock

So fuck some m*et dp and cristal

Pass some xo and hennessey and long ale

We push some rolls royces

Drop polices and porches you think I booshit

Big body benz’s and expiditions

Pit boo sitting

Out front of the mini mansion

It’s some westcoast hills looking over the whole planet

Coube doors marble floors

Inside our door pools on a move

Get more money than all you fools

Than independent then split it

Got in the cast and I jet

Straight out west nigga it’s stacking in my nest



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How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me

How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me

How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me

Slide with me and pull a homicide with me



[C-Bo]

Growing up really never had much

Except my folks try to fucking get touch

We pulled licks and such to live plush

Rush out with it yea we get it rob niggas mob niggas

Slide triggers to the right and left

Ride biggas in the west to def

Represent the westcoast nigga best to bring along a vest coat

The most dangerous like venim

We run up in them and see them them’em and send them off

To pay the cuz they what

While we stashing the turkys like sasquash

Call the neighborhood watch

The feds couldn’t knock us down or not

Pouring shots like scotch on the rocks

Busting armies like ahead looking cotch

40 cals gone blaow with smile

How the fuck you like us now

Wonder how we major

Been this way since teenagers

Sky pagers and punchy you know the rollers

Sack of crackola in boulders sitting in the trunk of the nova



[Chorus]

How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me

How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me

How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me

Slide with me and pull a homicide with me



[C-Bo]

I counted the counter like one two three

Fo shots to hit me could believe lil reeky got touched

Now what’s the fuss

The whole city went bust ready to rip shit up

I’m in the cut zipping shackles while hillas getting nasty

I’m the suspect what the fuck is that

Loading the techs that I stepped on

See the muthafuckas the crept on

The dogs fly higher than the birds man smoking marycaine

Cuz it’s cool to calm my nerves man

We got the word on the ride now bitches be

No one’s liable for the actions that about to take place

All I know is when they comes for me I’m aiming for the
face

Chase me down

Trying to speak you fucked with the wrong G

Crept to the b side on you quick to ride on ya

Hit them on the bad side with sliffs side on ya

Gurrileas gurrileas but pleas words to the miss

We got some shit going on one man down



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