Ransom (Remix) Houdini

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[Intro]
Houdini with the bag, tell me why they hatin', cause I'm money makin' (Lah, lah, lah, lah)
There's a whole lotta ways I can run it, run it up
You be floppin' on your wops than stop selling drugs
Tellin' me she love my smile thinkin' that she wanna fuck
You ain't payin' for the verse, well, I guess you're outta luck

[Chorus]
There's a whole lotta ways I can run it, run it up
You be floppin' on your wops then stop selling drugs
Tellin' me she love my smile, I'm thinkin' that she wanna fuck
You ain't payin' for the verse, well, I guess you're outta luck
Yeah, thеy say I'm on the come up, that's more funds
I just gotta keep my hеad up, gotta keep a gun
Just in case they try to kill me I gotta blow some
I gotta niggas who gon' blow for me, you don't want none

[Verse 1]
Damn, son, why you need a gun? 'Cause when I was young I saw the OGs have one
Niggas wanna dab me up probably 'cause of where I'm from
So I'm thumbin' through them bands just in case I have to duppy one
Lawyer fees on deck, it gets real where I'm from
Nigga talkin' bout these guns but homie never perked one
I got into the b&e's then I sold drugs
Fingerprints up on the glass, forensic made me a guilty one
But don't you see I rap and they like my tracks now
To the feds listenin' I'm getting feature money now
Boostin' up my audience to get some legal money now
'Cause I know you wanna see me in an orange onesie now

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