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This how I feel Not fuckin' wit' who ain't real Turnin' doubt to dollar bills Skip through these states wit' no deal Shit been real Fuck how you feel Talkin' cash shit gimme credit Come with a chip like a debit Might take control if I let it Pullin' out paper they green in the face Look how they sick yeah they green in the face Racin' myself and I'm clean with the pace So deserve me a savage who mean wit' the face Stuck to my grind like a fiend with the base Had to sketch out my steps now they fienin' to trace All on my case - soft like pincushions - I keep it sewn up put a prick in they place Now I be (now I be) mean in the lace or the baggy joints Name on these checks be my braggin' points Don't even mean to be baggin' joints Got your bitch in back wit' a bag of joints Talkin' cash shit gimme credit Come with a chip like a debit Might take control if I let it Might just explode if I let it This how I feel Not fuckin' wit' who ain't real Turnin' doubt to dollar bills Skip through these states wit' no deal Shit been real Fuck how you feel Talkin' cash shit gimme credit Come with a chip like a debit Might take control if I let it Might just explode if I let it... This ain't a series it's a saga I'm sayin' why do these broads bother? Cold like I'm Winter Santiaga 'Cause devils around me rockin' Prada A couple gorillas in Gucci, princesses get poppin' for pucci Manhandle your madam for Muller, mad I maneuver without with movin' coochie See everybody wantin' you to win Till you start movin' too quick for them They start actin' funny you sick wit' them But you got no choice but to stick wit' them Too many licks wit' them - they get in gear learn to shift wit' them (Skurt) Fuck how you feelin' my chin to the ceiling been goin' berserk (so lemme work) Couple of trey's the skirt - born in the dirt now they brushing my shoulder Yeah so I'm postin' a lot, come shoot your shot and get hit with this boulder My mama call me her buffalo soldier Know I'mma show you the same way I told ya Deal with my cards I am never a folder Comma's been helping me keep my composure This how I feel Not fuckin' wit' who ain't real Turnin' doubt to dollar bills Skip through these states wit' no deal Shit been real Fuck how you feel Talkin' cash shit gimme credit Come with a chip like a debit Might take control if I let it Just might explode if I let it...