Verse
Now wea da money wea da money
I know who da dummy n***a you da dummy
I ain't gotta do it let my n***a do it for me
I would do it for him
Just to be before him
n***a asked me why jude ain't touring
I just rapped mo/ while the game got boring
f** all that fake sh** to me the sh** foreign
It ain't as rewarding/ as buying three foreigns
Or having hoes whoring spreading gossip till i profit
All the proper talking politics dont mean that you poppin
Damn....so yall not popular
Maybe just with basers or a couple local officers
What the f** you in it for?
All yo sh** had been ignored and even made me want record but really is was really bored
f** the industry/
Rap has got uninteresting
These n***as wanna sing
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Man I want some real a** n***a rap
To go with my real a** n***a life
But all these weirdo rappers slack
They just lie and act like they nice
And these hoes be diggin it
They be on it they be into it
They be losin it and living it
Loving it in public
They be f**ing to the rhythm of it
They don't get enough until it's nothin
They be numb they ain't feeling nothin
They get some and feel worth something
When really they just heard something
b**h you better twerk something
Tell the b**h I said twerk something
This mix with that will get the blood running
Verse
Now wea da hoes we da hoes
If you get chose then get chose
Get yours n***a. it's yours
Who else's? Only God knows
Who had that? Only God knows
She could be a virgin and her mouth get exposed
Maybe she just too drunk to keep her legs closed
Either way you ain't gotta text your ex hoes
You just/ have s** it's dope
The best/ at least you hope
That sweat/ the both yall soaked
Almost/ she takes the stroke
So close/ get low give mo
Release/ let it all go
Get head/ get toungue get throat
Real n***a/ hit it like a pro
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