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Rumors 3

Album: Rumors 3 Durasi: 2:09

Toast up nigga got a bottle in the air

I finally can say a nigga done made it

Toast up nigga got more money than ever

I can tell most of these niggas hated

Hold up nigga put my dogs on a level

We all gone ball out like the Pacers

Switching out cars yeah the latest

Walk a different light moving on different pavement

50 shots in this car when I move gotta move like I'm the president

I don't need practice I ball like I know I'm the best in it

She want to fuck cause I have this gold on my neck

The treasury ran up this money I can't let a bitch come

And try to get the best of me come try take me lil nigga

Try to come snake me lil nigga

I got a K with me nigga

I feel like I'm Adolf lil nigga reason I run with them killers

I point & they aiming them missiles they on your head for a nickel

I guarantee bet they won't miss you

Remember all them times I was done bad

Couldn't call nobody young nigga fucked up

How a young nigga had locked up

Cash or deposit now a young nigga stuck up

Balling real hard like the Rucker

Running from the law can't let a nigga cuff us

Supercharge my motor got me fucked up

Gripping on this wheel why I'm sticking to this muscle

Nigga let's go

Losing my nigga like losing me nigga

Love that we had can't none come between

We had a vision & we had a dream to carry this money

& Share with the team balling a habit buying expensive things

Jump on a flight going overseas

Rock out a show & watch the crowd sing

I give it back I give it all up

I'm asking God can I call up

Thinking about times it was all us

Thumbing through money got my fingers sweating

I became a man when I lost my daddy

I use to stash the money in the attic

Now I go stash the money in a Patek (Iceeeee)