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I'd like to dedicate this song

To them old flea market outfit wearin' a** niggas man

I ain't ever seen you in no Cadillac

And I ain't never seen you with a bad b**ch man

Gone with all the bullshit, get up off the booboo man

If the pimp was here right now, he would expose you

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac

You say you got all the hoes well where they at

You said you stackin' that bread

Yea b**ch I heard what you said

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

You said you packin' that iron, ni**a why you lyin'

She ain't gonna let you get it pimpin' it stop tryin'

You said yo' stackin' that cash we not believin' yo a**

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin'

About the sh*t that they do

But don't get it twisted

Those b**ches be ridiculous too

Thats why I hustle by

My lonely speakin' only the truth

If the profit margin ain't large enough

I'm chunkin' the deuce

Show some respect, stop talkin'

Out the side of you neck

You say you ballin' why you stallin' then

Cut me my check

All you do is fabricate the truth

With special effects

You need to take them monkey diamonds

Off you neck and you wrists

Ya b**ch

Yeah you talk a good game but it ain't no truth in it

If it ain't no proof then

It ain't no use for you to claim that you pimpin'

You violatin' codes

Bars and seven they sold

Still ain't sellin no records, you so irrelevant bro

You speak about it but nobody never seen it though

Difference between us

I don't say it if I don't mean it ho

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac

You say you got all the hoes well where they at

You said you stackin' that bread

Yea b**ch I heard what you said

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

You said you packin' that iron, ni**a why you lyin'

She ain't gonna let you get it pimpin' it stop tryin'

You said yo' stackin' that cash we not believin' yo a**

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

Hey now for starters I ain't f**kin' with no frauds

Came in houses in old schools in they garages

Like every b**ch that they done f**k was dying for minajes

It's all make believe these niggas lookin' like mirages

Bank account margin ain't equivelant to starvin'

Niggas in the club tryin' to floss, can't pay they mortgage

Actin' like he boss catchin' flights and takin' off

Wouldn't bust a grape front like he might break you off

Sh*t now Hol' up, I ain't trippin'

Keep it real if you'se a poor pimp

Some of ya'll niggas so simp

You'd rather trick than buy more shrimp

Or rather blow up like four blimps

Get my gators slam my dough

Ball in my paint with a cup full of dre

Do what you ain't and break these hoes

Pull up, hop out so clean, talkin' diamonds and wood

Do it bigger than big, know you can't but you should

Know you would if you could

I'll just stay in the facts

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac

You say you got all the hoes well where they at

You said you stackin' that bread

Yea b**ch I heard what you said

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

You said you packin' that iron, ni**a why you lyin'

She ain't gonna let you get it pimpin' it stop tryin'

You said yo' stackin' that cash we not believin' yo a**

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at hey now