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Every time I stop, hoes like at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they
They like
pointin', they pointin'
They like

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
They pointin', they
They like
pointin', they pointin'
They like

Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
a hammer, Thor
Shooter,
through batches think I'm hecka rich
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the
up like the like button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock paint (from where?)
Beige, like a
They hate me on the outside, love me in the
Suck me in the back seat I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a unit
I stay out here by so you know a hustler been fly

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
They pointin', pointin'
They like

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They like
pointin', they pointin'
They like

My pockets some'n serious, on a hilly
Main nigga got more cheese than a philly
Shoelace tied but a still trippin'
I'm Richie high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
marry a hoes, I just marry checks
That's how you stay on top, sex
Rubberband business, you heard of that
I got the town talkin, you scurred of that
None than ten figures, you know what I'm worth
Record sales, money, not including merch'
Club full of bitches, pocket full of
full of weed, cup full of drank
Me raw dog, ain't no way in hell
Before I risk my life it be a day in hell
But take it off, here we go show and tell
And I'm fuckin' that pussy like I'm fresh out of

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', pointin'
They damn

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They like

Parallel while I'm ghost riding
diamonds man I'm racial profiling
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I let your damn ho drive it
Lil' hair man I like rough sex
out, I ain't never passed a drug test
You know my lingo let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollars of singles
I got in the cargo of my camels
Still, still give her Nathaniel
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but make a
They took me out the streets but it's in me
I sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so still listen
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

Every time I stop, hoes look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They damn
They pointin', pointin'
They like

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They damn
They pointin', pointin'
like damn