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2 Cents (feat. Shy Glizzy) [extended version] [bonus]
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Niggas be talkin' 'bout nets But they on the sidelines lookin' stressed I'm on the front line with the TEC I'm shootin' my shot, I'm hittin' they neck Just give me respect, I'll give you respect Bitch, I'm an animal, you ain't a vet Shit, I got paper, boy, for you baby boys **** around, I'ma take your Yvette I take off my shirt, she take off the stress I take off like Migo, the whip is offset I sit at the top of the city I rep My city ain't count, I be countin' the checks Jean Royère the chairs, that is the flex You gotta Google that just to connect I bought a crib, you bought a Patek I guess that's the message you tryna project Finessin', I'm guessin' I'm comin' correct I'm like, "How are we beefin' if we never met?" You like, "I ain't the one," I'm like, "Please come again" Bitch, I rap off the top, I said peace to my pen Rest in peace to my niggas I can't see again Yeah, I know I'm gon' see you, this shit ain't the end Either you are an enemy or you a friend It's no in between 'cause that is pretend I got my own two cents if you know what I mean I got my own two cents if you know what I mean I take the check over the trip if you know what I mean I pick the mortgage over rent (Yeah) if you know what I mean GG the team, DC the king (GG) I got the AR, it came with the beam (Uh) Servin' up fiends, I don't pull no schemes They hear when I'm comin', that shit say, "Cha-ching" (Cha-ching) My neck so frozen, that shit say, "Bling-bling" (Bling-bling) I ain't even put no damn ice in my lean (Uh) She say, "You're a dope boy, that's just clean" Uh-oh, I think I'm the man of her dreams (Ooh) Baby, what you waitin' on? Come join the big league (Uh) We could take a trip way down to the deep sea (Uh) And I'm with a bougie bitch, like to eat chickpeas Sweet and petite, can't stand up to six feet (Oh) She said, "Why your neck wet?" Baby, those VVs (Goddamn) Greg Yuna piece, lil' bitch, it took six weeks (Goddamn, goddamn) Bitch keep naggin', talkin' 'bout she miss me Told the bitch, "Don't pack," flew her out to Sicily (Woah) Bitch got to braggin', I had to ditch her Got even madder when I ****ed her sister I got my bag up, I think I'm that nigga (Yep) I just be swaggin', I'm a fashion killer (Oh) They say, "You a star why you be with them hitters?" (Brrt) I hop out the car like, "I'm sorry, no pictures" (I'm sorry) Call all of my dawgs, I grew up to riches (Uh) They told me that I was the runt out the litter (Young Jefe Holmes) Cute face, nice ass, but she's schemin' on the low I just cut to the chase, ask her "Do you want the pole?" New friends? No way they be schemin' for the dough (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh) Ring the bell, I open up see they face, and close the door (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh) I got my own two cents if you know what I mean (Uh-huh, uh, uh) I got my own two cents if you know what I mean (Uh-huh, uh, uh) I take the check over the trip (Yeah) if you know what I mean I pick the mortgage over rent if you know what I mean
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