Married To My Loot Viper (Ft. Ice LaBell)

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[Chorus: Ice LaBell & Viper]
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air

[Verse 1: Viper]
Get 'em, got 'em, everything I got
Fall through clean, trick hard as a rock
G's showin' me much love, and I'm trippin' cause it's so real
Everything is chill, I'm acting ever ill
I'm deep in the game as a nigga just rearrange
Things and change, and it's never lame
See I'm running through the hood, jumpin' over the fence
Cause I'm about to get paid and somebody wanna kill this
Lyricist, gals runnin' after me, but I ain't trippin'
I don't follow purpose so they can't catch me slippin'
That's why I'm never hatin', hard from the duplicating
Still riding on daytons, jumped out the proclamation of
Paper that I wanna see, the industry
Opened up by real ballers and G's
Who came up on the real rap game
Playas who established, and thug life made