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No Lackin (feat. Wale)

Got all these bands this money im stackin'

My Squad, Squad. Turn up

Got all these bands this money im stackin

300Got all these bands this money im stackin

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin

Got all these bands this money im stackin

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin

Got all these bands this money im stackin

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin

Got all these bands this money im stackin

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin

Niggas playing games don't even know whats crackin'

And im out here in the field so this team no lackin'

Im off the shits i won't stop im crackin'

Got all these bands this money im stackin

Ain't playing games you ain't find out whats crackin'

We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin'

Race to the money im speeding like a rabbit

Got a lot of money try to take what im having

You get clapped up and thats faster than a rabbit

You get clapped up--

On 64th bitch we whats happenin'

Try to come through you get clapped with the mac

300 shit bitch i been a savage

He reached for it thats a dead body

Elmer Fud double pound shotty

My neck rocky and im off of molly

My bitch bad with a buffet body

Young nigga shoot that in a body

All these bands got a nigga cocky

Trapped in a club mothafucka

Lil Reese get em

Man down let the piece hit em

Do it broadway and police with em'

Yellow tape let the streets get em'

Chalk him out

White sheet denim

Bow bow im bustin' at em

Im ballin hard no NBA

My bitch a diamond

Lisa Raye

Spent 20k at least a day

Do it weekends nigga i do it everyday

She with me she go everyway

Count this money till my fingers hurt

When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt

Selling dope we ain't got to work

Real nigga no tight shirt

My gun dont work i got a knife

You disrespect im doing life

Lotta paper bring a lot of haters

Capiche

And the more you make

Will be the more you make

It ain't sweet (no)

Well i do me (f'sho)

Will i lose sleep (i dunno)

If i fall down before they start counting back

On my feet

Lets go

Its that flyraq meet chiraq

Theres no contest with their flow

All of my hairs out

With young dreadlocks

Couple real niggas from the go

Like i said in one song

Life is lame with no goals

Barely brag about dope

Whenever i dont you niggas ignore

Chop be cooking that crack

And talking hard rock

And talking that snow

Chop will send me that track

I send that shit back

Back of that hurst

Trapping something i know

Something i did

Just keeping it real

As a matter of fact

You never moved crack

But knowing yall routes

Prolly throw a brick bitch

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