Hood billionaire

Nigga need that quinine

I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me

You know where I'm at though

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I'm riding down elvis presley blvd

I'm riding down elvis presley blvd

Got the dogfood, the soft, nigga, and the hard

You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

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I'm riding down elvis presley blvd

Riding down elvis presley blvd

Got the boy, got the girl and I got the hard

Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

I got priscilla, I got priscilla

I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla

I been that nigga, I been that nigga

I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla

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My face familiar, my face familiar

Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings

I could fly brazillian, send her in the mail

She got meek milly cellphone in the county jail

I'm at the car wash off on elvis presley blvd

That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good god"

You feel that itch, you feel that itch

That camaro moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich

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Run up in the chopper, I push the panic button

Lil' 'toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing

Bumping player fly until a player die

Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave a five

My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes

I got them brown bags, I bet they know the smell

I'm riding down elvis presley blvd

Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard?

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[Project pat]

Fresh in them sneakers, pills up, I'm stepping on the dogs

Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off

Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft

Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon off

They cannot stunt, shoot them, rifles long like african

Got them young boys shooting shit up like africans

Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun

Lamborghini or ferrari, watch these bitches come

Packing funds all because me go quick to rob the clubs

Me go an hour full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs

Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing

Iced 'em with the heater, took the shit, it's a cold game

These niggas know I done it, now there's rumors they want my head

Got my russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bed

My niggas killing about this shit, for realling about this shit

Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, for about this shit

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