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Oh sh*t, it's about to get wild right now Nadia Nakai (Bragga!) Emtee the Hustler (Yeah) And of course... It's Capital! I-I... I just walked in with the racks Put that in the Gucci bag Plug deliver the pack Wherever you be at Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later" Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later" I had to shut down the city I brought the bad b*t*hes with me All of these b*t*hes my daughters, It's time you eat rapper titty They know the album is litty n***as envision my kitty But this kitty ain't for regular n***as, I need your account on a billi (Racks) Where you gon' find you another? Rich, thick, smart and pretty Motivated with ambition, but not afraid to light a sticky Grown sh*t this ain't Rugrats More drive than your hub caps Go to war, it's a blood bath Competition, they don't want that! Thought that I wouldn't re-up I look at the sky like "We up" Look at the records we broke, all the shows and the tours, man we gotta be up Y'all n***as gotta be hatin', off of the deals that we makin' I hardly go on vacation, too busy stacking this paper Too busy working with stars Too busy racking up numbers Too busy focused on me while inside of my kitty pink panther the colour (Ooh) I do this sh*t to the max You b*t*hes just need to relax Steven Smith with the stats I made your career collapse Pick it up, thousand dollar champagne when we live it up All that hate in your blood, gotta give it up More wins over lies, gotta switch it up On the way up, bring the b*t*hes up Motivated by the money when I'm in the club Twitter fingers got the media digging up My past life, she'd think that I give a f**k (Bragga!) I just walked in with the racks Put that in the Gucci bag Plug deliver the pack Wherever you be at Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later" Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later" Twenty Four Seven I grind Money be all on my mind n***as be waitin', it's time n***as be talking a lot I'm winning, you with it or not? Y'all n***as know where to shop, if you want your song to be hot I used to say I'ma pop, they thought it was all a joke I'm looking for all the smoke Shooting at all 'em folk Big gat, I'ma spray Big cap how they play Big bag on the way, before I get that gotta pray Big dope in the room I go where I want, I'm good Rappers don't come to my hood, I wish a motherf**ker would I'm what's going on n***a I'm schooling old n***as Old girl ain't mine, she is a gold-digger, ayy get it? All of my n***as is with it I know I've been gone for a minute It's time to take back the city, yeah They wanna see me at the bottom They wanna make it a problem I'm tryna make it without 'em Now that you n***as is silent I don't play games when I'm in the booth That's why you n***as should give me the loot I'm on the phone with my n***a Scoop Keepin' it real, double salute ATM still the gang gang, y'all lil' n***as can't hang I'm flowing, I don't give a damn I need the bread when I'm in the jam I just walked in with the racks Put that in the Gucci bag Plug deliver the pack Wherever you be at Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later" Get to the paper, no time for a hater, tell 'em "See you later"
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