36 lyrics

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AR-AB


They know who I am, they know who I be
If it ain't about money, then it ain't about me

Dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills
Dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills

The numbers don't lie, neither do the scale
b*tch I hustle hard, everything for sale
I'm dope boy, that's in the dope game
I take a half, break and turn into a whole thing

36, I got 36 ols, the numbers don't lie, I got 36
36, I got 36 ols, the numbers don't lie, I got 36

I got a whole block, that's a 36
I gonna stray drop, or sell'em order whip
So f*ck being broke, I'm trynna make it rich
I'm talking birthday cake b*tch make a wish

I'm my whip game poppa got a magic wrist
And its 45 cal bliss, you gotta let it clip
I leave half soft, but let the rest cook
Now watch a n*gga ball, b*tch I'm Russell Westbrook

All black shades, I'm in a black beamer
I'm on 95, I'm riding with Christina
I'm 'bout to take her home, soon as the door open
I take her clothes off and make that b*tch bust it open
I break a b*tch down into a bunch of docks
So come and get a point, before I sell' em out
I'm no Jay-Z, but I'm selling rock
36 ols, and choppers know exactly what I'm talking 'bout

The numbers don't lie, neither do the scale
b*tch I hustle hard, everything for sale
I'm dope boy, that's in the dope game
I take a half, break and turn into a whole thing

36, I got 36 ols, the numbers don't lie, I got 36
36, I got 36 ols, the numbers don't lie, I got 36

Look, I got 36 ols, 36 tools
36 flows, all I do its get growd
Im too clean to lay with your b*tch
I make that dirty b*tch roll winner
When it come over my table
Just tell'em 36 rules

I'll be balling on this n*ggas call a time out
Bout to buy a bird, so I can take a f*cking 9 out
Put another 9 in, escape'em flow I'm grindin
When they let me in, her daughter let her f*cking bomb it

Hey n*ggas make me sick, thug
Wiz Khalifa on you b*tch, roll up
White Maserati which your ride
Right beside me you became a homesick til you crip, rolla
With my b*tch, whit my staff, I'm like he gonna whoop your ass
All the selling is ready rock
With a drive-through you are goona get that fast
Gone, that's how the work do when I got it
20 shots that diddy em rock it, stones
Got a pay full in my pocket
And this office sell, ain't hard to tell
I got harvest sell, its hard as nails

The numbers don't lie, neither do the scale
b*tch I hustle hard, everything for sale
I'm dope boy, that's in the dope game
I take a half, break and turn into a whole thing

36, I got 36 ols, the numbers don't lie, I got 36
36, I got 36 ols, the numbers don't lie, I got 36
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