[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
We like Cash Money Records, bitch, we living legends
Brodie walked in the stu with a Smith and Wesson
Me and money go together, bitch, that's my best friend
Hit his ass with that [.?], bet he learn his lesson
Is you gon' let me fuck or not? Bitch, I'm tired of texting
My nigga balling out in [?] like [?]
Who can point me to them boes? Nigga, I'm investing
I'm a No Limit soldier, but I'm not from [?]
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
The streets had me in so deep, that I ain't have an exit
Nigga, before I rapped, I used to have a necklace
I just got fivе boes seeled to go to Texas
Doing a hundrеd talking on the phone, but I ain't driving wreckless
I'm pouring [?] mixed with [?]
I was tryna tell you I was busy, but she call me texting
40,000 cash on me normal, I don't think I'm flexing
Cali weed ain't cheap as niggas thought, that's whhy I [?]
Jump out the [?] switch power [?]
Threw the stomach fat in her ass, it's not an injection
I'm tryna count some more money tonight, this shit an obsession
I'm tryna book [?] the whole night, we need two sessions
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
The boes just landed at the crib, I just caught my blessings
My niggas just slid on the opps, they was in the [?]
Treat his ass like a football, get him intersepted
So many guns in my crib, hard to choose my weapon
In the booth with [?] smoking hundred 7's
If I blow this whistle at you, you gon' go to Heaven
Don't try to preach to me, nigga, you is not a revrend
My niggas got Glocks, chops and opps and Smith and Wessons
Seen an opp in the stu, we finna end the session
I'm finna fuck her one time, then she get neglected
We like Cash Money Records, bitch, we living legends
Brodie walked in the stu with a Smith and Wesson
Me and money go together, bitch, that's my best friend
Hit his ass with that [.?], bet he learn his lesson
Is you gon' let me fuck or not? Bitch, I'm tired of texting
My nigga balling out in [?] like [?]
Who can point me to them boes? Nigga, I'm investing
I'm a No Limit soldier, but I'm not from [?]
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
The streets had me in so deep, that I ain't have an exit
Nigga, before I rapped, I used to have a necklace
I just got fivе boes seeled to go to Texas
Doing a hundrеd talking on the phone, but I ain't driving wreckless
I'm pouring [?] mixed with [?]
I was tryna tell you I was busy, but she call me texting
40,000 cash on me normal, I don't think I'm flexing
Cali weed ain't cheap as niggas thought, that's whhy I [?]
Jump out the [?] switch power [?]
Threw the stomach fat in her ass, it's not an injection
I'm tryna count some more money tonight, this shit an obsession
I'm tryna book [?] the whole night, we need two sessions
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
The boes just landed at the crib, I just caught my blessings
My niggas just slid on the opps, they was in the [?]
Treat his ass like a football, get him intersepted
So many guns in my crib, hard to choose my weapon
In the booth with [?] smoking hundred 7's
If I blow this whistle at you, you gon' go to Heaven
Don't try to preach to me, nigga, you is not a revrend
My niggas got Glocks, chops and opps and Smith and Wessons
Seen an opp in the stu, we finna end the session
I'm finna fuck her one time, then she get neglected
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