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how much more ft. trey riddick - black dre lyrics

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black dre:

how much more?
words true so they cut more
you ain’t put the work in, what the f*ck you get a cut for?
baby momma thorough why would i wife a sl*t for?
give it to the lawyer, what the g’s in the tuck for

my merch off the roof, shopify going crazy
$50 a vinyl, my bank account got the rabies

serve it right off spoon this is crack in this 80s
jumpin’ over the border like vince carter/ mcgrady

i’m getting to it, can’t front dog i know you see us
young hittas took it from the porch to arenas
smoking cali kush, colorado got it greener
mexicano shorty gone from the shots, she’s selena

it was all bad, i seen that trump money fall through
lame ass n*ggas got the notion that they ball too
benji bens bussin’ out my pockеts and they all blue
vs, all new, black is what thеy call you
but

hook (trey ridd*ck):
how much champagne can we pop?
to let them cowards know that we never gon’ stop, uh
how many passports can we rock?
to let them n*ggas know that we made it off the block, c’mon
how many more tapes can we drop?
to let the city know that we got this sh*t on lock, yeah
how much?
how much?
how much?
how much? more

verse 2 (black dre):
balling like them fools in the league
cuz hit the hall of fame cuz he a fool with the p’s
catch me coolin with my locs, i even bool with the b’s
can’t find a rapper round here that’s realer than me

cuz he’s a street mogul, get to it, he told you
got some sh*lls for them cowards cuz we owe you
we local? (nah)

we flying south for the pension
tripled up stock before the split did i mention?

i’m the martha stewart that’s far from jewish
catalog john lennon with some mobbin’ to it
first i hit the booth then add a coffin to it
podcast your whole funeral, mal will do it, forreal
you bought her fendi, i bought target to her
i hit that the first night you still talkin to her
when i’m finished add the garden and the barclays to it
cuz when i go, ima go how the monsters do it
trey!

hook (trey ridd*ck):
how much champagne can we pop?
to let them cowards know that we never gon’ stop, uh
how many passports can we rock?
to let them n*ggas know that we made it off the block, c’mon
how many more tapes can we drop?
to let the city know that we got this sh*t on lock, yeah
how much?
how much?
how much?
how much? more

- black dre lyrics

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