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by

NizzMey


[Intro: J4yDiZz1e]

It's not even how I get money, It's not even how I get b*tches

Fame oh yeah I got this cash as my witness

Pull on yo block and I f*ck on your b*tches ahh


[Verse 1: J4yDiZz1e]

Icey Wrist yeah I'm colder aye, n*ggas tumble like some bolders aye

Got my paper in a folder aye, f*ck with me I'mma roll ya aye

Stick it to him with the fire aye, Smoking droe I'm getting higher aye

Young boy with the fire aye, Always working never tired aye

I got more 40's than hair on Jamaicans, Chopper ring heavy that b*tch be Earthquaking

Balling out with the cash don't be mistaking, Shoot up your block and your neighbors awaken

Hit a n*gga with the heat cause he faking, Born right out the state but came back to shake it

Yeah we in the kitchen n*gga we baking, Big things got big thing for b*tch n*ggas hating


[Verse 2: J4yDiZz1e]

It's not even how I get money, It's not even how I get b*tches

Fame oh yeah I got this cash as my witness

Pull on yo block and I f*ck on your b*tches

Knock on his door cause the b*tch n*gga in it

f*ck n*gga hating he mad that I'm with it

Bands in my pockets but no need to get it

Only need one thing my Spear named it Britiny


Front Porch, Out there, Ball on these n*ggas it's not fair

Sorry my n*gga your not here up where I'm at I ain't up but I ain't all the way down there

Hang by myself cause I'm too legit, And sometimes just me sh*t that sh*t is lit

Better get good with the shooting sh*t, Fore I wild out and I show how that Ruger Spits

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