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  1. LYRICS

    Uh, I was posted on the block with a big ass joint

    Police everywhere so we stay on point

    Money get in my hand, pockets stay on swollen

    If you ever ask a question nigga we don't know

    Don't be talkin' to me crazy if you ain't 'bout drama

    And don't even be hittin' my phone if it ain't about commas

    I'ma ride everyday for my gang with no problems

    And if a nigga want beef, we fillet 'em and chop 'em

    I get high everyday, you can say I'm a doctor

    Got my niggas out the streets, you can say I'm a prophet

    I got money in the bank, it can't fit in the wallet

    I got niggas in the pen, but that ain't on the topic

    Rollin' the weed in the paper you would think it was college

    Got my mind on my money, I'm just focused and honest

    If a nigga talk crazy then we leavin' 'em tarnished

    Yeah my crib in the Hills but I came from the bottom

    I ain't worried about the mils 'cause I already got'em

    Every time I'm in the bank tryna make a deposit

    If I'm hoppin' on a plane, know I'm gon' make a profit

    Got the keys to the game if I wanna unlock it

    I'll be smokin' KK 'til you think I am unconscious

    I'm a real ass nigga know my style ain't polished

    Yous a fake ass nigga know you can't come 'round us

    Was 'round good weed back when our parents could ground us

    Now I'm doin' real shit that they say that they proud of

    Fucked up situations trying get my guys out of

    If you see a nigga with me best believe that they 'bout it

    Taylor Gang or they die, best believe that they shout it

    I pour up a lot of drink, come to weed, need a mountain

    Keep the money comin' in run to me like a fountain

    Lot of fuck niggas hate, I can see 'em they doubt it

    Don't approach the situation they just reaching around it

    I ain't scared of confrontation, me I'm speaking about it

    I got so much fuckin' money that I need an accountant

    I'm so big you don't see me, you just reading about it

    If you coming at the Gang then you need to reroute it

    Wanna know how I maintain, well the secrets they solid

    Niggas wanna know the formula 'cause we done found it

    Make another hundred mill, it ain't gone be cool about it

    Made my way up out my city, it can be kinda violent

    'Cause when you gettin' money niggas try to slide on you

    And when it's said and done them hoes switch sides on you

    But I got four dime pieces at the crib waiting for me

    Two cell phones 'cause the money keep comin'

    O's in my bank, ain't no one fucking with me

    Smokin' KK like every day 420

  2. Uh, I was posted on the block with a big ass joint
    Police everywhere so we stay on point
    Money get in my hand, pockets stay on swollen
    If you ever ask a question nigga we don't know
    Don't be talkin' to me crazy if you ain't 'bout drama
    And don't even be hittin' my phone if it ain't about commas
    I'ma ride everyday for my gang with no problems
    And if a nigga want beef, we fillet 'em and chop 'em
    I get high everyday, you can say I'm a doctor
    Got my niggas out the streets, you can say I'm a prophet
    I got money in the bank, it can't fit in the wallet
    I got niggas in the pen, but that ain't on the topic
    Rollin' the weed in the paper you would think it was college
    Got my mind on my money, I'm just focused and honest
    If a nigga talk crazy then we leavin' 'em tarnished
    Yeah my crib in the Hills but I came from the bottom
    I ain't worried about the mils 'cause I already got'em
    Every time I'm in the bank tryna make a deposit
    If I'm hoppin' on a plane, know I'm gon' make a profit
    Got the keys to the game if I wanna unlock it
    I'll be smokin' KK 'til you think I am unconscious
    I'm a real ass nigga know my style ain't polished
    Yous a fake ass nigga know you can't come 'round us
    Was 'round good weed back when our parents could ground us
    Now I'm doin' real shit that they say that they proud of
    Fucked up situations trying get my guys out of
    If you see a nigga with me best believe that they 'bout it
    Taylor Gang or they die, best believe that they shout it
    I pour up a lot of drink, come to weed, need a mountain
    Keep the money comin' in run to me like a fountain
    Lot of fuck niggas hate, I can see 'em they doubt it
    Don't approach the situation they just reaching around it
    I ain't scared of confrontation, me I'm speaking about it
    I got so much fuckin' money that I need an accountant
    I'm so big you don't see me, you just reading about it
    If you coming at the Gang then you need to reroute it
    Wanna know how I maintain, well the secrets they solid
    Niggas wanna know the formula 'cause we done found it
    Make another hundred mill, it ain't gone be cool about it
    Made my way up out my city, it can be kinda violent
    'Cause when you gettin' money niggas try to slide on you
    And when it's said and done them hoes switch sides on you
    But I got four dime pieces at the crib waiting for me
    Two cell phones 'cause the money keep comin'
    O's in my bank, ain't no one fucking with me
    Smokin' KK like every day 420

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