ATL Freestyle

Rule Number One
Gotta Get That Money
Do It For Yo Son
Bitch I'm 1 of 1
Look what I done, done
Look what I Become
Made it, made nigga
Yea why you hatin' nigga I'm out the city bitch
Come from The Wood nigga where they be hittin' shit
Fuck around and aim it at yo fitted bitch
Never worry bout what you get into bitch

Real ridin' yea we real slidin'
Yea i'm all about that money ain never hidin'
You run up on me wrong way gotta know you dying
Been slingin' hot shit they came up out the fryer
These bullets wash em up then we gone put em in the dryer
Yea, that nigga said that he robbed me that nigga he a liar
Yea, money motivator money multiplier
Can't fuck wit you, yeen got gas I could be supplier

Big bag yeah I'm have big cash
Niggas mad cuz I was bummy now I got big swag



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Writer(s): Kevin Thomas
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