[Part I: Dollaz and Sense]
[Verse 1: Problem]
Nigga, I'm from Compton, what up Quik? You my nigga, bro
Doin' 80 up Figuero', condition is critical
I can't get caught slippin'
By my foes or the po's, boy I've been sippin'
Shoutout to my nigga Villain nana crippin' even on cell day
Big Nick, Ludolph, Bird Nose, and LJ
Dice games on a 102nd and Main
I lose I hit [?], come back, then try to crack 'em again
Way before I hit the traffickin' game
Nowadays I'm just traffickin' game, you better get some
Get out the way 'fore I hit somethin', erhhh, pop
I love drivin' bitch niggas crazy
Eat a bowl of shit 'fore a bitch nigga play me
Ballin', bitch try to play me
Kobe, KDs are laced up, in the club Aced up
Tatted from the waist up, fuck like a straight slut
Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah, that's for real
And ho I don't need a pill
Independent gettin' skrilla, I don't need a deal
Bank'll kill at will, two sec, need Benadryl
And a nigga been this ill for a long time
You pussies want a problem, get in that long line
Yeah, that long line, yeah, yeah, a long line
Run it wrong, you'll be done in six seconds, no Vine
Tell your ho to come over, she'll be there in no time
Like she watchless, it's Showtime, ho watch this
If I call you for me to come over I'm coming to stick
Chopsticks, pull it out she lock lips
Yeah, let me hit it bare then I might get her some head
Lick her for some paper, I'mma do it like a dare
Diamond Lane the Gang, and I bang it like a snare
On God, bow down to no man
I'm a bar, no Rosanne, El Segando to Rosecrans
Reppin', Westside steppin'
Eastside mind state with three K's, Andre
I'm an outcast, honey mmm in the house stash
We'll just take you out for the right cash
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no date
Birthday love cakes as much as Boog loves Satan
You got served, in every way possible
Shit get hostile, I get colder than a hospital
So don't be bangin' under false pretense
‘Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense, boy!
[Verse 1: Problem]
Nigga, I'm from Compton, what up Quik? You my nigga, bro
Doin' 80 up Figuero', condition is critical
I can't get caught slippin'
By my foes or the po's, boy I've been sippin'
Shoutout to my nigga Villain nana crippin' even on cell day
Big Nick, Ludolph, Bird Nose, and LJ
Dice games on a 102nd and Main
I lose I hit [?], come back, then try to crack 'em again
Way before I hit the traffickin' game
Nowadays I'm just traffickin' game, you better get some
Get out the way 'fore I hit somethin', erhhh, pop
I love drivin' bitch niggas crazy
Eat a bowl of shit 'fore a bitch nigga play me
Ballin', bitch try to play me
Kobe, KDs are laced up, in the club Aced up
Tatted from the waist up, fuck like a straight slut
Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah, that's for real
And ho I don't need a pill
Independent gettin' skrilla, I don't need a deal
Bank'll kill at will, two sec, need Benadryl
And a nigga been this ill for a long time
You pussies want a problem, get in that long line
Yeah, that long line, yeah, yeah, a long line
Run it wrong, you'll be done in six seconds, no Vine
Tell your ho to come over, she'll be there in no time
Like she watchless, it's Showtime, ho watch this
If I call you for me to come over I'm coming to stick
Chopsticks, pull it out she lock lips
Yeah, let me hit it bare then I might get her some head
Lick her for some paper, I'mma do it like a dare
Diamond Lane the Gang, and I bang it like a snare
On God, bow down to no man
I'm a bar, no Rosanne, El Segando to Rosecrans
Reppin', Westside steppin'
Eastside mind state with three K's, Andre
I'm an outcast, honey mmm in the house stash
We'll just take you out for the right cash
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no date
Birthday love cakes as much as Boog loves Satan
You got served, in every way possible
Shit get hostile, I get colder than a hospital
So don't be bangin' under false pretense
‘Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense, boy!
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