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Left back (left back, left back) Guess what? (Shit) Guess what? (Why not?) The Cannon Why you don't answer me the question? The Cannon Why you here? So what, get some wine Why your bitch there love the spot? The other question need to be answered, nigga Ay, turn up Some days I might just thug you Come out there how I fuck you Wide 3 charge is stupid Jar made jogging look cool Porsche design for my beanie Porsche cure my deedle All day I dream about that sex I still rock with Jesus Go switch up on my rest Snake skin about yourself These nigga pray about being rich Real niggas want wealth (turn up) Go get that sep out myself Let TD burrow my jet Slide on matter say he feel Gon' fall my bitch then I jet I went from ashy to classy The camera ready, I'm flashy Jellan Fazy he laze me Patrick Swayze, they dancing Chopping my biggie vibe I got a passion for fashion Then I have it I grab it Got a passion for flashing Hey all this money out here nigga, why you bitching and shit? (Why?) You been hussling for years, why you ain't get rich and shit? (Why?) Why your swag ain't do the rule, why you be playing the tone? (Why?) Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down? (Why?) Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke? (Why?) Why you flexing like you gangsta? Niggas you know you's a hoe (why?) Why you always worry about me? Why you always around me? (Why?) Why you ain't doin' the shit that I did? Why you ain't livin' the life that I live? Keep our stylings for earning Line up my clothes before I wear 'em I know backpack made for books But my stack like book so I wear 'em Better yet nigga, I care 'em Gotta know know how to play it Just had lunch with the mayor Big coops to the player Go to church in Armani People look at me funny Guard say come as you are I cannot help but get money I can't help I like my clothes I work that hard every day Spend my cash the way I choose I just do me, you do you Ay ran away from my shirt Even my undie matching Oh I ain' no lable chaser nigga I just fell in love with Fabrige The way they alter just for me The way I look, can't deny me Fell then you pee when you meet me For then you see what you see, ay me Hey all this money out here nigga, why you bitching and shit? (Why?) You been hussling for years, why you ain't get rich and shit? (Why?) Why your swag ain't do the rule, why you be playing the tone? (Why?) Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down? (Why?) Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke? (Why?) Why you flexing like you gangsta? Niggas you know you's a hoe (why?) Why you always worry about me? Why you always around me? (Why?) Why you ain't doin' the shit that I did? Why you ain't livin' the life that I live? (First) why we first at everything? 'Cause we A1 (I called it) We ain't playing for anything, we get it day one (we run it) All the boss are ripping torso (I'm with the shit) Extra chips, ruffles (bag 'em) Sometimes I wonder why I be stand up (why?) 'Cause I send them prayers up (amen) Sunday morning I pay my offering (ties) Cali form for my offspring (my guys) And probably when I'm in that Rolls Royce thing (ooh) They be like, "Rock, why you won't retire?" "Why you won't jay gold?" I be like, "Why? I'm on fire" Why reply, why ask why? Why not? Bitch I'm hot Why you got a Maybach if you ain't got no driver (why?) Why you be doing that shit if you ain't got her? Hey Hey all this money out here nigga, why you bitching and shit? (Why?) You been hussling for years, why you ain't get rich and shit? (Why?) Why your swag ain't do the rule, why you be playing the tone? (Why?) Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down? (Why?) Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke? (Why?) Why you flexing like you gangsta? Niggas you know you's a hoe (why?) Why you always worry about me? Why you always around me? (Why?) Why you ain't doin' the shit that I did? Why you ain't livin' the life that I live?

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