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Pete Rock


[Intro - Jae Millz]
Yo-yooo, Millz in this b*tch
And he say f*ck them hoes, f*ck them hoes
Get money, f*ck them hoes

[Verse 1 - Jae Millz]
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 b*tches, got boojy b*tches
Got swap meat and Gucci b*tches
Got
Ratchet b*tches, got classy b*tches
Got field taken, always happy b*tches

We on one, so I’m laughing n*gga
Delete that, laughing at you n*gga
Use
Coyntha, I’m nasty n*gga
Except my skin a little blacker n*gga
Crew of the
Year, the trophy remain home
Y’all Must Have Forgot, Roy Jones
Bad b*tch
In my bed, her man home
He ’bout to take the kids to the park
She ’bout to
Take the di*k to the dome
Hold up…
Swisher full of girl scout cookies
f*ck around with the f*ck arounds
Choose up or down, where you wanna go?

Heaven or Hell, what’s goody? Talk to me

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Buy this, buy that, but never buy no pus*y
Never bite another n*gga style, rather bite a bullet
Ain’t affiliated with f*ck-n*ggas
My b*tch Nina, she f*ck n*ggas
Check the score, we up n*gga
Treat my di*k like a tongue twister

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this motherf*cker, I’m paid like a motherf*cker
Give her head like a concussion, upside down, her blood rushing
I’m homeless, bum rush em, f*ck you n*gga, that’s your fault
Yeah I set the bar high, tell them n*ggas pole vault
Uh, I don’t need light, my b*tch light enough
Real animal, these n*ggas stuffed
These n*ggas pussies, tell em tighten up
Street sweeper, make a n*gga bite the dust
Keep that millimeter, got an AK with a Chiquita
Bullet holes wide as receivers
Leave them pussies dry as the cleaners, haha
Watch me take off on that good
You keep talkin’ that sh*t, I’ll build a skate park in your hood
Tunechi
[Hook - Jae Millz]
Buy this, buy that, but never buy no pus*y
Never bite another n*gga style, rather bite a bullet
Ain’t affiliated with f*ck-n*ggas
My b*tch Nina, she f*ck n*ggas
Check the score, we up n*gga
At the top it’s just us n*gga

[Verse 3 - Jae Millz]
YM, CM, I be that, word to Redman
I got no respect for these b*tch n*ggas, all depths, left hand
My blunt big as a elephant, am I foreigner? You can tell I am
My cards out and my eyes Chinese, and my b*tch Latin American
Ask Birdman, I’m a Big Tymer, Rich Gang, all my sh*t designer
New check, new Coupe, my roof disappear, call it Harold Miner
Tell the DJ let my haters know I’m in the building
Smoking on that medicated, this that Montel Williams
No talk show, I squash beef, no talk though, auto .44
Angelina Jo’, long nose, two hoes, one me
That’s a great sandwich, guess lunch was free
Your boys soft and y’all come to me, and my team in the league comfortably
Oww

[Hook - Lil Wayne & (Jae Millz)]
Buy this, buy that, but never buy no pus*y
Never bite another n*gga style, rather bite a bullet
Ain’t affiliated with f*ck-n*ggas
My b*tch Nina, she f*ck n*ggas
(Check the score, we up n*gga)
(At the top it’s just us n*gga)
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