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[intro]
gangster
gangster

[verse 1]
5 bands fresh up out the cage, no cut walkin’ out the court
f-ck the judge, we got sh-t you could snort
i heard you take back everything that you bought
if you was my cellmate, sh-t we would’ve fought
yeah i got felonies, yeah i was sellin’ tree
black told me whip that sh-t up with a fork
this money comin’, what the f-ck is you tellin’ me?
now i’m just shoppin’ out beverly hills
i got pills, tell me what is you sellin’ me?
i know you make up with jealousy
i’m just chillin’ where felons be
i’m lightin’ cookies and celery
only wit n-gg-s i know going to h-ll with me
burn in that fire for all we done done
only keep medical all in my blunt
i got some pills and y’all could get one
i got some hoes, if i call they gon’ come
we up in the mansion, we all from the slums
i had a dream i was talkin’ to pun
i told him i just had a talk with his son
i told him his father was part of the sum
my man just called me, he got caught with a gun
pray to god, ain’t no bodies on it
tried to sell it, ain’t n-body want it
see a corner, ain’t n-body on it
i can make it mine by the mornin’
tres, nickels, dimes, and them quarters
gotta check the line for informants
you ain’t even signed, you recordin’
talkin’ to the swine since they caught him
when they said that time you was talkin’
better off residin’ in a coffin

[chorus]
i just cannot see me callin’ you b-tches no more i got money to make (i cannot see it)
i was just trappin’ before i was rappin’, my lawyer was workin’ my case (facts)
i can not trust all them watches you coppin’, that chains you got on that look fake (bang bang)
i had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste (ahh!)
i just cannot see me callin’ you b-tches no more i got money to make (i can’t see it)
i was just trappin’ before i was rappin’, my lawyer was workin’ my case (trappin’)
i can not trust all them watches you coppin’, that chains you got on that look fake (can’t trust it)
i had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste (ahh!)

[verse 2]
listen, i been drinkin’ rose so long, so this year i’ll do nothin’ but ace (ace)
when big died, harlem world dropped, i swear i listen to nothin’ but ma$e (murder)
they talk behind my back all the time but never say nothin’ up to my face (never)
i jump out the wraith with the homie
these diamonds they jump out the face of the rollie
she textin’ my phone like she naked and h-rny
and i ain’t got time, got a plane in the mornin’
i’m high off some sh-t, i don’t know what they call it
they gave me a number but i’m never callin’ it
and we make a movie anywhere that we walkin’
anyway we livin’ the sh-t you just talkin’ it
better pay attention who you been talkin’ with
i told lv i won’t stop til we all get rich
hoppin’ in something i’m good with my marketin’
you ain’t got it, you ain’t got it, no bargainin’
block the number, guarantee she gon’ call again
heads always turn around when we walkin’ in
money comin’, i could ball like a tournament
i ain’t got it, if you need it, i’ll order it
this designer sh-t, i wasn’t affordin’ it
public housing, where them cameras recordin’ sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck as long as my daughter rich
catch you in the store, have the whole corner lit
early morning in the lobby we loiterin’
i think ai was a hoya then
that’s back when i couldn’t afford the rent
life is a b-tch, so enjoy it then
look at my neck you wonder where that water went
money to get and i swear i want all of it

[chorus]
i just cannot see me callin’ you b-tches no more i got money to make (i can’t see it)
i was just trappin’ before i was rappin’, my lawyer was workin’ my case (facts)
i can not trust all them watches you coppin’, that chain you got on that look fake (bang, bang)
i had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
i just cannot see me callin’ you b-tches no more i got money to make
i was just trappin’ before i was rappin’, my lawyer was workin’ my case (facts)
i can not trust all them watches you coppin’, that chain you got on that look fake
i had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste

- dave east

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