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[Verse 1]
I know you probably hate me
For always fucking with your head
I just don’t know if you want me
Or if you’re really after my bread
I do this to everyone
So, don’t feel special, yeah!
Don’t get comfortable in my bed
After we done ain’t nothin’ to be said
Probably the perfect one
But I won’t change out
Never believe you when you say I’m the only one

[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal

[Verse 2]
You said that you wanna ride
Wanna stick right beside me
Sayin’ all the things I like
How do I know you not lyin’?
Baby look at all the damage
Show me what makes you different
Baby, this is how they made me
I ain’t changing

[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal

[Bridge]
Yeah, I got my guard up
Yeah, I got my guard up
Letting it down is hard though
Letting it down is hard though
Boy you gotta show me, show me, show me
Why I should give you loyalty

[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
But I don’t wanna do you wrong
So don’t take it personal, (don’t take, don’t take)
Don’t take it personal (don’t take)
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal

[Outro]
Uoo, Yeah, yeah!
Don’t take, don’t take
Don’t take, don’t take

[Intro: Nef The Pharaoh]
Still smokin’ this fear woods
(wrigh wright wright wright)

[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
Bitch look at my motherfuckin’ neck (at my neck)
She see me in the traffic and she wrack
These rapper niggas want some money come stratch
Make one false move and get left (pow pow pow)
You was pissed up with no rec time
While I was at the bank like is check time
Chang the barber,bitch I cut every line
[?]
You pussy boys smell like hella period
With the gold [?] you can’t be serious (what da fuck)
Fake thugs don’t play no fearness
The only one I fear ain’t even hearin’ us
Icy neck full of rocks
Bitch I wear what made the titanic stop
Where was you at when we was gettin on cops
From tryina stop niggas cack, like literally shit

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Why your bottom bitch got a nigga a neck froze ?
Diamonds changin colors like a gecko
Bling-Blaow B.B.S make my chest go
Fake nigga, snake nigga,thuggin’ like they take gold
When I put that bullshit
Now all his chest gone
For a long time I was the same nigga slept on
9, 50 eat this bro
Bitches gat stabbed on
And all my nigga Chang Chang holla at that [?]
Real norf nigga never been adored nigga
Why fuck with y’all ?
You the type [?]
Look at undercity I’m like droptop Porsche nigga
Four Five [?] bounce on [?]
Tha’t on B, bitch if you ain’t gang don’t pronounce it
Jiggling for them Ps nigga we don’t flip ounces
[Nef the Pharaoh]
It’s money over here bro please don’t come around
[Slimmy B]
Diamonds like water I got a young nigga drowning

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)

[Verse 3. Nef The Pharaoh]
Shining like a cristal ball I’m feel the break dance
Nigga test me ? he won’t make it
Where your diamonds at ? I can not see ’em in the dark
Lil shrimpie it ain’t a compliment I’m calling you a mork
[?] better all the hoes fatter
My neck is on (wow) your nack is on (shut up)
You the type type of nigga who is scared of the diamond testin’
And I’m the type of the nigga that fuck your bitch out from that slum
You sick with the soda left it took you over
You got your jewellery from the middle of the mall
I see you post it
It go twinckle-twinckle punk ass star (punk ass star)
Hope that your diamonds don’t hit that hard
My shit hit like a Pimp on his broad
My shit hit like basin a crowd
She try to [?]
I don’t need a flash torch I use my chain in the dark (whoa)

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)

[Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I?
Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1 – Mozzy]
I was pouring until it ran out
Type of nigga got his hand out
My youngin thirsty for a man down
Youngin thirsty for a man down
Unless I tell that lil nigga, "stand down"
That’s a murder, yeah, he tryna swap out his burner
Yeah, I’m tryna help him get further
Yeah, lately been doing these numbers
Working and working you know I deserve it
Yeah, my future was never for certain
We had to use dish liquid for detergent
Yeah, pop a whole lot of perkys
Yeah, still idolize David A Perkins
Yeah, make it drizzle while she twerkin’
Gang tatted on the bitch in cursive
Word, first one out there on the first
Word, keep a bundle on my person
Word, keep a thumper on my person
Nigga say the scale tweakin tryna work us
Yeah, I got a mean rap I had to earn it
Niggas really putting work for this surface
Got a mean rap I had to earn it
Four finger banging bitch this the murders
Nigga really putting work for this surface

[Hook – DCMBR]
I do or die for this shit
I flooded all my chains because they want me in the grave
They don’t want me rich
Did it all with my wrist
I did it all by breaking down and weighing up and serving all who need a fix
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
How far we came to live this way
My goons we straight
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
To die today cause I made my way
I stayed the same
Can’t never change, won’t ever change
No

[Verse 2 – Mozzy]
You know I ran out of dope
Finna cook some more
Hoe broke as shit, she ain’t put me on
Dirty ass black hoodie put it on
And you know exactly who we looking for
Couldn’t find him so he finna live some more
I was taking trips, why you wouldn’t go
Kicked a 100 doors, how you end up broke
Ya I fucked your bitch, I ain’t kiss her though
Fuck with Akhiana shit we trippin though
Fuck you bitchin for, shut up listen hoe
I love you niggas, I let all the shooters know
Make no mistake, it’s who I do it for
10k or better just to do a show
And I keep it cloudy in the coupe alone
And I’m liable to slither through alone
When you God’s child you can move alone
Do it three way for my little bro
When this bitch answer I’ma mute the phone
Drug dealer dreams we was moving zones
Nerves bad baby I can barely roll
Damn Nem can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Perk can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Zoe can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Deezy can’t believe you niggas gone

[Hook – DCMBR]
I do or die for this shit
I flooded all my chains because they want me in the grave
They don’t want me rich
Did it all with my wrist
I did it all by breaking down and weighing up and serving all who need a fix
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
How far we came to live this way
My goons we straight
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
To die today cause I made my way
I stayed the same
Can’t never change, won’t ever change
No

[Outro – Mozzy]
Do or die for this shit
Suicidal we shoot up the ride
Nigga fire off the whole clip
Do or die for this shit
Yeah, suicidal we shoot up the ride
Nigga fire off the whole clip

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Bitch, bitch talkin’ ’bout
You ain’t thinkin’ ’bout me
I said naw, no stress
Got the cashflow with my vain bitch
Shawty, how you gettin’ home
I’m good, I’m fine
Do you wanna sip wine?
Sometimes I do
Codeine in the fridge
Right there by the vegetables
Had to tell my kids
Tell ’em what goin’ on
This a real damn song
It’s a real damn facts
Billboard off the net
Yeah, I might have a birthday party in the middle of Saks
Came up off the sacks
From outta town, we gon’ tax
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the dentist, nigga, when I say I got plaques
Some gold, some plat’s
Got my son hair in plaits
Got my daughter’s hair pressed
Let you know I ain’t stressin’
Yeah, I graduated on ’em
Got degree, I’m flexin’
Got my masters in cappin’
Got my doctorates in shoppin’
Treat the pussy like a punchin’ bag
Said I wanna go boxin’

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Uh, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Wassup, wassup with it
We can go bar for bar
We can go car for car
We can go star for star
We can go ring for ring
She gonna off the bra
I’ma jack somethin’ like Randy
She don’t wear panties for daddy
My auntie stayed off a camera
Answer the door with a hammer
Promise we didn’t had no chimney
Then I believin’ in Santa
How he gon’ come at my shit
I put some thought in that shit
I put some rock in that shit
They steady takin’ they shot
I’m steady blockin’ they shit
This that provocative shit
You pockets Bugs Bunny ears
Mine so damn deep
You can see Ben Franklin swim
Yeah, money grow on trees, nigga
I least have me a limb
Anthin’ rap where I’m from
Street side, I leave have a M

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it