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[Intro]
Yeah, shit, uh
[Verse 1]
I don't make promises with the hoes, they be lyin' to my face
I know they ain't believe in me, but I had to keep up on my faith (Reid)
If I ain't believe in myself, then I wouldn't be drivin' in this Wraith
Then I wouldn't be ridin' in this Wraith, uh-huh
[Chorus]
And I wouldn't have that money in the bank
And I wouldn't even need no fuckin' safe
But got them racks on me, I got them racks on me
Yeah, you best believe
You best believe that I'ma keep it a buck, I'ma keep that shit P
Don't give two fucks 'bout a fuck nigga, I don't givе a fuck who he be
If a fuck nigga try me up, I had to put his ass down
Thеm niggas had riled me up, so I red dotted him like a clown
Don't worry 'bout me, I'ma do what I do
All them times you was down, they wasn't fuckin' with you
I went up then left from the ground, now them niggas is sad and down
Got a chauffeur ridin' me round, ridin' me round my town
[Verse 2]
She got fake ass, fake tits, silicone
Might be related to Michael Jackson, I just think I'm bad to the bone
I know that the feds just listenin', I told my boy I can't talk on the phone
Got carats and shit all in my ears, it might just freeze you through the phone
Yeah, shit, uh
[Verse 1]
I don't make promises with the hoes, they be lyin' to my face
I know they ain't believe in me, but I had to keep up on my faith (Reid)
If I ain't believe in myself, then I wouldn't be drivin' in this Wraith
Then I wouldn't be ridin' in this Wraith, uh-huh
[Chorus]
And I wouldn't have that money in the bank
And I wouldn't even need no fuckin' safe
But got them racks on me, I got them racks on me
Yeah, you best believe
You best believe that I'ma keep it a buck, I'ma keep that shit P
Don't give two fucks 'bout a fuck nigga, I don't givе a fuck who he be
If a fuck nigga try me up, I had to put his ass down
Thеm niggas had riled me up, so I red dotted him like a clown
Don't worry 'bout me, I'ma do what I do
All them times you was down, they wasn't fuckin' with you
I went up then left from the ground, now them niggas is sad and down
Got a chauffeur ridin' me round, ridin' me round my town
[Verse 2]
She got fake ass, fake tits, silicone
Might be related to Michael Jackson, I just think I'm bad to the bone
I know that the feds just listenin', I told my boy I can't talk on the phone
Got carats and shit all in my ears, it might just freeze you through the phone
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