Big Money Grip

Yeah I'm with that boss shit
Don't you hate it when the playas get some love
Don't you hate it when they waste your time
I don't need a dame I want a dime
We cruising rolling through your city
My speakers knocking up your hoe but she won't tell
A blast to the past I'm facing blunts
Surrounded by foes I see my favorite drugs
This is all mine
But the wake up call make me pimp slap myself
Thought about time when I never had shit
Thought about time when I never had a bitch
Thought about a time when I never had stress
Okay, okay



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Coronado
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