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200 - allstar jr lyrics

[intro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
(let’s get a bag)
(go grizz)
what up, grizz?
big r

[verse 1]
don’t drop fifty on my neck what my mans said (n*gga depend on it)
sh*t, this ain’t my man’s bread (this ain’t your cheese)
i ain’t give up in the spot when my mans did
he f*cked up, i d*mn near take care of my man’s kids (i do that)
where i’m from, the sh*t i’m in, the n*ggas stay out (stay out)
certain time you ain’t in, you gotta stay out (you gotta stay out)
you ain’t never had them people do a stakeout
this work so good, my fiend say it broke his face out (i got that fire)
seen the worst outta n*ggas that ain’t had a turn
ain’t sh*t like smokey, boy, i’m clappin’ worm
for his outgoing mail, gotta stamp the work
my b*tch like a n*gga pics, boy, i’m stampin’ her
sent so many shots, it ain’t no wifi on that block (ain’t no wifi)
n*ggas go to sleep, that’s why it’s nightlights on the chop
don’t be mad at me, they tried to ice me in the drop
we gon’ leave a n*gga froze like they iced a n*gga watch (we steppin’)

[chorus]
this coupe go up to two hundred (this b*tch doin’ two hundred)
guess i’m rich rollin’, i only want the blue money (i only want the blues)
money counter poppin’, stop it after two hundred (we gon’ slow down after this)
we been burnt them n*ggas’ block and they ain’t do nothin’, ayy
this coupe go up to two hundred (this b*tch flyin’)
guess i’m rich rollin’, i only want the blue money (i only want that one sh*t)
money counter poppin’, stop it after two hundred (we gon’ have to slow down)
we been burnt them n*ggas’ block and they ain’t do nothin’, let’s get a what? (let’s get a bag)
[verse 2]
walkin’ out of prada, throw the urus in strada (skrrt, skrrt)
b*tch, stop yellin’ in your phone, go and pick up your chopper (b*tch)
puttin’ n*ggas on the bench while i ride with the wood (sent them boys on)
we done spinned that b*tch so much i feel at home in they hood (this the crib)
oh, n*ggas blew up? they still lame, it was just they houses
too much of this cocaine to be sellin’ ounces
brodie on stage with the drakey, these b*tches clownin’
and my mans walkin’ in with the mini, don’t tell the bouncer (shh)
you lyin’ ’bout your body count (you’s a ho)
pull up over here and sneeze, get your body found
i’m at the light with lil’ baby tryna swap it out (let’s get it together)
like leave your head in the whip, i’ll throw your body out
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? (woo)

[chorus]
this coupe go up to two hundred (b*tch go about two hundred, my boy)
guess i’m rich rollin’, i only want the blue money (i only want them big bands)
money counter poppin’, stop it after two hundred (that b*tch goin’ crazy, let me chill)
we been burnt them n*ggas’ block and they ain’t do nothin’, ayy (come on, man, who y’all playin’ with?)
this coupe go up to two hundred (skrrt, skrrt)
guess i’m rich rollin’, i only want the blue money (i guess i’m rich rollin’)
money counter poppin’, stop it after two hundred (we gon’ stop it)
we been burnt them n*ggas’ block and they ain’t do nothin’, let’s get a what? (let’s get a bag)

- allstar jr lyrics

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