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I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin’ me BALL on these niggas


Now it’s a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I’m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)

Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin’ broke
Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back, she go cray
Fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I’m on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin’ like a million plus, fresh I’m out that corner store
Hater I be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’all
I’m stackin’ money to the ceiling
All this ice that’s in my Rollie I be chillin’
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children


Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin’ the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how they livin’
And loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ‘em out of prison
I ain’t lyin’ in my verses I’m just telling you the basics
Of growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!
All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars up
And good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
Ain’t no telling when I go, so there ain’t shit that I’mma wait for
I’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
Nigga, church


Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
I’m screamin’ “Oh Lord”
That pussy good, that pussy good
I’m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(Got Patron On deck)
And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on here)
She was on that Repressitol
(She take it all off)
And I take her off
And this bitch spinnin’ like I hit the lotto

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I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin

House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin Lawrence
You know I'm always survivor man
Those guys... Kid and Play

I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
And my youngin in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
... on all these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got em on dial
It's bottoms up but is going down

Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, Doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, Why you think your honey ain't
Who you think she stay with, This that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch
Hey bitch hey ho, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin, where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party poppin on that Martin shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow

Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

ATL new will ville
Tryna to show em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie ho
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her
She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo I'm like hasta la vista

Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

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Look I be ridin threw my old hood, but I'm in my new whip, same old attitude but I'm on that new shit, they say they gone rob me, see me neva do shit, cause they know that's the reason that's gone put em on a news clips, audemar on my wrist,.. bustdown we poppin bottles like I scored the winnig touchdown, memba meek dead broke, look at me up now, I run my city fron south philly back to uptown, thank god, all these bottles I popped, all this paper I been gettin, all these models I popped, I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop'd, an I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me, look at me I'm a boss like my nigga rozay, shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like no way, cause I made it from the bottom it was neva no way, an I neva had a job, u know I had to sell yahhhh, bitch I'm a boss, I call the shots, I'm with the murder team call the cops, we in the building, u are not, u short on the paper, u gone ball or not...

Got so many shades they thought I had a lazy eye, shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride, no love cry when only babies die, an when I go that casket better cost a hundred thou, I pray ta god I look my killer in his eyes, snatch his soul up out that shirt let's take him for that ride, o g is one who standin on his own feet, a boss is one who guarantee we gone eat, fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet, I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm on e, or a double stack better nigga double that, jerry jones money nigga u a running back, hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters, better run that dope back, boss, an I put that on my maybach foe hundred thouu bitch u wish u saved that...

Couple cars iont neva drive, bikes iont neva ride, crib I ain't neva been, pool iont neva swim, fool u ain't better, I move like the president, err thang black on black u know I be strappn that, ratt'n ass niggas walkin round wearn wires fuckin up the game got the hood on fire bitch I'm a king call me sire, if u say I don't run my city u a muthafucking lier... bbitch I'm a boss, u a fraud u cross the line I get u murdered full cost, out in vegas I twist them laws, at the fight we watchin floyd we on the floor, scared money don't make no money, if I eva go broke I'm a take yo money, I ain't neva dropped a dime, u ain't take nun from me, in the hood err day I'm gud wat I say... bitch I'm a bossssssss