Grams (feat. Aoc Obama) - AMG Tone

Nigga, nigga Yeah (yeah) Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (Big Za) (Gentle Beatz) yeah Nigga Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (money) Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (blink) I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said (nigga) I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread" I still got powerhouses comin' through on mopeds I'ma still run that check up like I got four legs Give me any drug, I'ma get it off I'ma stomp on these fuck nigga every time they piss me off Bitch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt (remember that) I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz Bitch, throw me the alley-oop, yeah Bitch threw me the alley-oop I fucked around and dunked Ooh ooh, drops the sledgehammer! Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (pay your rent, baby) You know I pull up fresher than a mink, baby Your baby daddy broker than a bitch, baby You can't see nothin' but diamonds behind these tints, baby Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (money) Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (bling) I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said (nigga) I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread" This real ice, I don't need a flash for this shit For this cash, got a bad bitch that'll do a trick Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this shit (fuck) They ask me why, 'cause, bitch, I paid a bag for this shit I'm that type of nigga, get a rap check, go buy a brick I'm the type of nigga, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your bitch (catch you) You with this shit or you ain't, pick which side you with Bag still coming in, all kinda shit (all kinda) Foreign car driver, pull up all kinda whips Trap nigga fashion, put on all kinda drip (drip) Pack do gymnastics, nigga, I'ma make it flip All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinking I'm a Crip Long live Nip, all I know is hustle (nigga) Real street nigga, got this shit up off the muscle All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle Lookin' like a bridge, jumping off that motherfucker Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (money) Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (bling) I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said (nigga) I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"

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