Twisted
Ya ya don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Twisted
Don't get it twisted
I need a million
Round my niggas
With all this agression
This shit official
Till I get rich
Stick to the plan
Imma stay
Ain't going nowhere
I can admit
These niggas mad
They know I'm legit
I'm the man
I ain't no bitch
I'm the man I ain't gon' quit
Ye Don't get it twisted
Know that I'm flexing
You know that I got the vision
Free all my niggas in prison
I gotta make a decision
I got the fire
No long distance we running him down
Don't waste no time
Run outta style
You know I tripping
I roll with the slimes
Money on my mind
I got the bag up
Tell 'em to saddle up
I know that they mad at us
Ain't no talk
Shorty a thot
They so excited they pray that I flop
I got the drop
On these niggas
Wrap baguettes
Around my neck
If I don't get bands
It ain't my night
I can bet that that on my life
I got thousands in my hand
Rubber bands around these racks yea
This official
I gotta flip it
Niggas stay feeling offended
Feeling offended defend it
What's the issue
Don't get it twisted
I need a million
Round my niggas
With all this agression
This shit official
Till I get rich
Stick to the plan
Imma stay
Ain't going no where
I can admit
These niggas mad
They know I'm legit
I'm the man
I ain't no bitch
I'm the man I ain't gon' quit
Ye don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Twisted
Don't get it twisted
I need a million
Round my niggas
With all this agression
This shit official
Till I get rich
Stick to the plan
Imma stay
Ain't going nowhere
I can admit
These niggas mad
They know I'm legit
I'm the man
I ain't no bitch
I'm the man I ain't gon' quit
Ye Don't get it twisted
Know that I'm flexing
You know that I got the vision
Free all my niggas in prison
I gotta make a decision
I got the fire
No long distance we running him down
Don't waste no time
Run outta style
You know I tripping
I roll with the slimes
Money on my mind
I got the bag up
Tell 'em to saddle up
I know that they mad at us
Ain't no talk
Shorty a thot
They so excited they pray that I flop
I got the drop
On these niggas
Wrap baguettes
Around my neck
If I don't get bands
It ain't my night
I can bet that that on my life
I got thousands in my hand
Rubber bands around these racks yea
This official
I gotta flip it
Niggas stay feeling offended
Feeling offended defend it
What's the issue
Don't get it twisted
I need a million
Round my niggas
With all this agression
This shit official
Till I get rich
Stick to the plan
Imma stay
Ain't going no where
I can admit
These niggas mad
They know I'm legit
I'm the man
I ain't no bitch
I'm the man I ain't gon' quit
Ye don't get it twisted
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Writer(s): 0, Albrecht Lange
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