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Who you mad at? me or yourself?

2013

Buy this buy that

[feat. Lil Wayne]

What I'm 'bout? I'm 'bout money
That young money, that cash money
That clean money, that dirty money
That legit money and that bad money
I got hood bitches, got boojy bitches
Got swap meat and Gucci bitches
Got ratchet bitches, got classy bitches
Got field taken all these happy bitches
We on one so I'm laughing, nigga
Delete that, laughing at you, nigga
You is [?] I'm nasty, nigga
Exact my skin a little blacker, nigga
Crew of the year, the trophy remain home
Y'all must have forgotten, Ray Charles
Bad bitch in my bed, I mean oh
He 'bout to take the kids to the park
She 'bout to take the dick to the dome
Hold up
Swisher, full of girls, got 50 racks
Fuck around with it, fuck around you
Not a damn where you wanna go
I'm in a hell, what's goody, talk to me

Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy
Never buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet
An affiliated, we're fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas
Check the score, we up, nigga, treat my dick like a tongue twister
Told you in this motherfucker, I'm paid like a motherfucker
Give her head like a come cushion, upside down, her blood rushing
I'm homeless, bum rushing, fuck you, nigga, that's your fault
Yeah, I set the bar high, tell them niggas poll vote
I don't need light, my bitch light enough
Real animal, these niggas stuffed, these niggas pussies, tell 'em tighten up
Street sweeper, make a nigga bite the dust
Cake that mellow made it, got an AK with a [?]
Bullet holes wide as receivers, let them pussies dry as the cleaners
Watch me take off on that good
You caked up in that shit, I barely stay popping your hood
Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy
Never buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet
An affiliated, we're fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas
Check the score, we up, nigga, at the top is just us, nigga
YMCM I be there where the red mean
I got no respect for these bitch niggas, all depths, left hand
My black big as an elephant, am I foreigner? You can tell I am
My cards out and my eyes shining, my bitch like an American
Ask Birdman I'm a big timer, rich game, go on my shit designer
New check, new coup, my roof disappear, call it narrow mind
Tell the DJ let my haters know I'm in the building

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[feat. Lil Wayne]

What I'm 'bout? I'm 'bout money
That young money, that cash money
That clean money, that dirty money
That legit money and that bad money
I got hood bitches, got boojy bitches
Got swap meat and Gucci bitches
Got ratchet bitches, got classy bitches
Got field taken all these happy bitches
We on one so I'm laughing, nigga
Delete that, laughing at you, nigga
You is [?] I'm nasty, nigga
Exact my skin a little blacker, nigga
Crew of the year, the trophy remain home
Y'all must have forgotten, Ray Charles
Bad bitch in my bed, I mean oh
He 'bout to take the kids to the park
She 'bout to take the dick to the dome
Hold up
Swisher, full of girls, got 50 racks
Fuck around with it, fuck around you
Not a damn where you wanna go
I'm in a hell, what's goody, talk to me

Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy
Never buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet
An affiliated, we're fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas
Check the score, we up, nigga, treat my dick like a tongue twister
Told you in this motherfucker, I'm paid like a motherfucker
Give her head like a come cushion, upside down, her blood rushing
I'm homeless, bum rushing, fuck you, nigga, that's your fault
Yeah, I set the bar high, tell them niggas poll vote
I don't need light, my bitch light enough
Real animal, these niggas stuffed, these niggas pussies, tell 'em tighten up
Street sweeper, make a nigga bite the dust
Cake that mellow made it, got an AK with a [?]
Bullet holes wide as receivers, let them pussies dry as the cleaners
Watch me take off on that good
You caked up in that shit, I barely stay popping your hood
Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy
Never buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet
An affiliated, we're fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas
Check the score, we up, nigga, at the top is just us, nigga
YMCM I be there where the red mean
I got no respect for these bitch niggas, all depths, left hand
My black big as an elephant, am I foreigner? You can tell I am
My cards out and my eyes shining, my bitch like an American
Ask Birdman I'm a big timer, rich game, go on my shit designer
New check, new coup, my roof disappear, call it narrow mind
Tell the DJ let my haters know I'm in the building