Crew

Tom : G#m
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She see money all around me
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I look like I'm the man, yeah
 C#m

[Refrão]
But I was down and out like last week
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Tell me where have you been?
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You came out of hiding, girl
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Don't act like I'm your man
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You just a fan, you don't hold rank

[Próxima Parte]
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Don't hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
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Dirty ass, Maryland ass nigga with a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow
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Got your bitch around me, nigga, ain't no playin' when
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I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn
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Do it for my niggas on the coast right there
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Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
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Niggas got killed for the boy live his dreams in the hills
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And they watchin' for the boy right now
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Goddamn, what a time, what a year, uh
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We are what them young boys fear, uh
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I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies
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You can tell that from our peers right now
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Bet you wanna fuck me now, uh
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Bet you wanna love me down, uh
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Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said
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But know I'm down, uh
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Freaky Deaky show me somethin', uh
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Shake it like you owe me somethin', uh
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Pushin' on the pussy like a button
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Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uh
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Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uh
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Bitches on my dick like it's nothin', uh
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Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin', jumpin', thumpin', jumpin', yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy (Young Jefe)]
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Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
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Got my piece in Southeast, got her clappin' to this beat
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She invite me to her crib, I walk in, she see my heat
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She said, "But I live in the hills," bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
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Stop that madness, I'm a savage, in traffic with MAC 11’s
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Baddest bitch and she Spanish, I fly her to Calabasas
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We get nasty, I'm her daddy, she know a nigga ain't average
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Ain't nothin' wrong with fake asses, bitch, turn around let's make magic
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I'm geekin', uh huh I'm on it, don't look at me like you want it, no
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Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin', in fourth down we ain't puntin' it
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King of District of Columbia, can't come here without a permit
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This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
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She see money all around me
 A# G#m
I look like I'm the man, yeah
 C#m

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
 A# G#m
Don't hold no rank