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[00:11.93]Luda'
[00:13.10]Listen
[00:13.59]Put your man purse of cash away
[00:16.07]You trying to get robbed, then Luda' got a faster way
[00:18.35]Cast away like Tom Hanks, stranded and deserted
[00:20.81]Bank told me I'm liquid cleaner than any laundry detergent
[00:24.23]Cash king don't ever ask 'bout it, tell every teller to fast route it
[00:28.04]Me and broke niggas clash 'bout it, I'm brash 'bout it
[00:30.57]Overly honest, excuse the candid nature
[00:33.10]I'm running my mouth, but I drink Louis with no chaser
[00:36.68]That's three-hundred mixed with nothing in a glass
[00:39.31]Skip school, but I got class, tank full, but I need gas
[00:42.80]Valedictorian of all weed emporiums
[00:44.86]So high, you'd think I'd hopped in the DeLorean
[00:47.65]Went to the future, came back wit' a THC level of over 30, couple oz's
[00:52.20]Sorry I left the Peas like I'm Fergie
[00:54.20]But this Lamborghini's glamorous
[00:55.84]Paparazzi candid with all these cameras
[00:58.21]Scratch it, I'll make you pay for all these damages
[01:00.47]Insurance can't handle it, you clumsy and you bitch-made
[01:03.39]Wishin' you fake rappers slide down a giant switchblade
[01:06.58]Cut the nonsense, boys, you know you trippin'
[01:09.30]Stop the bullshit, ya' nose growin' bigger than Scottie Pippen's
[01:12.15]It's a cold, cold world, but us hustlers just keep it heated
[01:14.91]Told mumble rappers to step, but I swear they paraplegic
[01:18.02]Handy cap, I keep some handy caps buried in the Ruger
[01:20.99]And soon as you call the cops, I'll call all of my guns an Uber
[01:24.12]Five-stars, all my ratings impeccable, extra-terrestrial verses
[01:27.62]Have you seen what I'm worth? Because you worthless
[01:29.91]Throw ya' album in the trash or the garbage disposal
[01:32.84]It's Luda' the mogul, the Bentley is local, the jet is global
[01:36.05]Fly away like Lenny Kravitz, gone to never be seen
[01:38.81]I took both of yo' woman's legs and everything in between
[01:41.82]I can't help it that I'm the chosen one wit' bundles of cash
[01:44.93]Hundred thousand times one thousand, bitch, you do the math
[01:48.05]"Luda'," shouts his name and ain't nobody comin' close to me
[01:51.42]Put your neck up in this noose and hold this rope for me
[01:54.87]Ten albums ain't nobody ever wrote for me
[01:57.61]Quoted for always saying, "Chaka, go get a quote for me"
[02:00.69]Records show I ain't never put out no bullshit
[02:03.56]And half-assed rappers ain't never put out no full clip
[02:06.39]I'm always waiting for my cue, just like a pool stick
[02:09.50]For short bus rappers to take a never-ending school trip
[02:12.76]Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession
[02:15.75]Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession
[02:18.74]Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession
[02:21.65]Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession
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