Maxx Payne!

So many Niggaz wit eagles around me
You'd think a Nigga from Philly
Bitch always ask why it's killers around me
I told her bitch mindyabinezz
Baby my time is my money
Aint got no time for these bitches
Aint talkin no money you got to go
You talkin good binez let's get it

Roaming round wit my dawg no leash on the beast
Just a muzzle & shovel case we got to bury some beef
I travel erry where alone like muthafuck a pivot
I'm still ballin baby Phil Jackson Jordan Scottie Pippen check the pimpin
Got a new bitch no kids azz phat new amg coupe & I whips it
Pussy game tight & terrific
Mouf game explicit & gifted
Caught her by the bar eye necking me & I told her look
DeezNiggazAintReallyFuckingWitMe
Then you just got your brawd took
She fetch catch it bitch I'ma dawg
I throw this dick deep in her spine I'm going long aye
The third letter in the alphabet I know you wanna C
The second letter in the alphabet these Niggaz wanna B me
She fetch catch it bitch I'ma dawg
You love that rolla & she love my dirty draws aye
Shawdy I done told these bitches bout playing wit me
If she aint suckin & fuckin
Bitch you aint laying wit me

So many Niggaz wit eagles around me you'd think a Nigga from Philly
Bitch always ask why it's killers around me
I told her bitch mindyabinezz
Baby my time is my money
Aint got no time for these bitches
Aint talkin no money you got to go
You talkin good binez let's get it
If you aint talkin bout no money get from round me
If you aint talkin bout no money get from round me
See shawdy I done told them bitches bout playin wit me
If you aint talkin bout my money fuck you sayin to me

You see I wake up every morning
Money on my mind
Count it correctly slim I need my paper on time
I fuck a ten then drop that dime
I do this shit like all the time
All work no play straight grind
A lot of Niggaz say that they lying
I got a diamond mind I was born to shine
I drop a jewel in erry line
My fans multiplying
Man I swear to God
I'm sick & tired of Black mommas crying
These crackers killing us on tv live
They lying my Niggaz dying
I got to watch my back how I maneuver in these streets
That jugg & finesse generation slim aint a thang sweet
I break laws
I kick doors
I rip draws copt that snout
These hoez know what I'm bout
Don't suck dick get kicked out
Shake shit like Chef Curry
Drop shit like John Wall
Shoot shit like Kobe Bryant
Your wrist soft Chris Bosh
I done told these Niggaz bout playin wit me
If we aint talkin bout my money
Fuck you sayin to me

So many Niggaz wit eagles around me you'd think a Nigga from Philly
Bitch always ask why it's killers around me
I told her bitch mindyabinezz
Baby my time is my money
Aint got no time for these bitches
Aint talking no money you gotta go
You talking good binezz let's get it
She catch fetch it bitch I'ma dawg
I throw this dick deep in her spine
She going off aye
Third letter in the alphabet
I know they trying to C
The seventh letter in the alphabet
How I remain a G
Ayee Ayee Ayee



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Writer(s): T Taylor
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