Bangladesh No Ceilings, motherfucker Uh-huh, all right Uh-huh, all right, uh Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me Brain-dead flow, vegetable, zucchini I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors I'm here to distinguish the bears from the penguins Life is just a gap, get some money in between it Glocks like police, pumps like Finas This beat getting totaled, Pam, Keisha, Kima Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick Big, bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours Vince Young, suicide doors Life's a bitch, now die for her I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write (oh, you ain't know?) The way I'm eating niggas wish they had my appetite Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite I pour four then I hit the exit door ('bout to) Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor (gimme that) Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (smell it?) Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (haha) I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (see me?) Young Elvis Freshley, yes he flyer than the stork (damn) Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (uh), kicks neat (fresh) Got your son looking up to me like I'm six feet (haha) Your daughter need someone to save her (what?), not me (nah) I'm knocking hoes down like Laila (who?) Ali (yeah) Try heat and I'mma put the toaster to your kidney (uh-huh) Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (goddamn) Yeah, it's No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings) Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (that's nasty) The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (hold up) Flow harder than an anvil, Short Okay, it's Gudda, hoe, all about my Bills like Buffalo Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover hoe Purple got me moving slow, like I'm in a snail race Pop-pop-pop, three shots to the head then I pick up my shell case Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a young money goon Your girl like a motion picture, she gon' be coming soon I do her somethin' rude, I pop her like balloons I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune Couple screws lose, you don't want to play with him This is No Ceilings bitch, roofless like a stadium We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then All-grey BM, I'm getting it for my Baby M She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in Don't play noe games hoe, you know my name hoe G-U-D-D-A, propane flow

Aye. Who that in the Lambo? That's the Last King boy, haan? Last King Records takin' over for the 2016 'till forever I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Rolex, mo' sex T-Raww, gon' flex Bad bitches Ass, chest Rich niggas, no stress Smoke when I wanna Ball when I wanna Fuck who I wanna Everything a hundred My cars diamond diamond Still minks in the summer Ice in my grill Tattoos on my stomach Yeah, she break it down Break break it down I'm in the court Talkin' chat, choppers style Yeah that choppers style Chit chat choppers style We lived a lot Nigga we on a loud Ugh private jet Bubble legs Super famous don't need no press Imma hot boy shout out Weezy baby If your man is low Nigga, you should pay em I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Homie we talkin' a lot She be frontin' a lot Wanna pull up on the block Bitches rubbin' their twat I'm in the car with a vibe Yeah that car goes a lot Now she fuckin' a lot Yeah we fuckin' a lot Now she rubbin' my cock Yeah we hug in the block Put your face in my watch Yeah that's chrono watch All ice I got hella how's believe me Tell 'em bitches pimpin' ain't easy I'm on top with the top down One knock with the sugar and I'm sauced out I'm hot now Played with fire, I ain't never drown Ballin' out number 1 With assist now Big hits, mo' rich New car, new bitch I'm a hot boy, free B.G Free to Carter V, let your streets eat I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna

Uh-oh I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) You know how many bitches thugged out off the liquor? Straight tequila shots, so it's fuckin' up my liver Shoutout 800, that's my motherfuckin' hitter That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my motherfuckin' nigga Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block Fuckin' on your bitch, she was actin' like a bop That's why them busty niggas hate me, off top Fuck Clark Kent, we ain't into savin' hoes We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls With that Off-White on and some all white toes Lamborghini black, Maybach and a Rari' Westside shit, might pull up on Harley T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly House niggas, y'all ain't never outside, sorry I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't fuck rats no more, I'm at the top (top) Send me the addy, you know it's gon' pop (pop) Bitch, take a look at the sip and don't flock (flock) She bouncin' on my dick, man, this bitch got hops Uh, money in my palm and her pussy got my hand on it Got a lil' tired, then I-, (what?), put my man on it Trampoline green, how the bitch just land on it? Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun Niggas don't sleep, I'm a beast where I'm from Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (ugh) Platinum in my teeth and it cost a honey bun (sweet) Jack in the box, tell these clowns that it's up (it's up) Niggas actin' tough (tough), I'ma call bluff I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ, but I had enough (nigga) And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)

Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand Bitch, let the money burn, nigga no tan Got a young bitch, fucking doing what she can she can! Pop killa King Kong killa' T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila Make a bitch pop (pop) Pills 'till it's dinna' She a fucking nympho, that's why I fuck with her Whistle while you twerk pussy singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers If you try snitch turn a bitch to a hanger Lay your shit out, now you're planking, you're planking I'm saying! One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name She don't give brain, that's a damn shame I don't find the shit funny like soul plane Put ice on my wrist like the shit is praying I'm just riding around getting it... two chains Last King, Y.M.C.M gang Everything dope bitch where the Novocain Bitchs saying I'm the bomb, oh man Blow the pussy up, heir to the sex game! Roll 8, make them bitches bend they back for laxed she gonna spaz Make a scene like she act Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke, oh your bad? I don't cuff hoes they just follow my command I'm saying One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name Lift that ass up, up And bring that ass down, down Bring that ass up, up Shake that ass to the ground One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name

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Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Ah, yeah bitch make it nasty Tongue on the throat while the other bitch gaggin' Bottles in the basket pills in the plastic She gonna do drugs but we don't do acid Fuckin' on the mattress, hear the bed spring Ain't nothin' better, it's the best thing Got a China bitch, straight from Beijing Pussy so tight all she do is scream Oh, bend it over make it touch your toe I like how she make it go around around the pole Hoes, ah, open close I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes Is hot up in this muthafucka' we, we, we low Gangstas in this muthafucka we got this ho T, T, T-Raw when I walk in the door Bitches they know, yeah bitches they know, ah Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Ah, yeah nigga I'm a star Stack some black you can use the black car Pull up, hop out, vallet the car 'Bout to go big got bitches galore Tippin' on this bitch, just drop it to the floor I like blowjobs she could be my employee (back it up) And I put it in her back door now it's lights out (lights out) like Roy (Roy) Jones, Jr., T-Raw the ruler, slicker than a gold patch gold chain cubic Poke til it's bruisin' dick on punta gimme gimme chocha get it like OJ, ah Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty