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all my n*ggas i got on go
running through blocks my pockets swole
riding with glocks i let it show
run up on me i let it blow

these n*ggas switch then sell they soul
he really mad i f*cked his hoe
i flip these packs and hit the road
they think i’m headed to a show

get right back and make some more
i run my trap just like a store
got my pistol by the door
one hollow point you hit the floor

n*ggas brag and then they boast
the internet it do the most
they like to talk but really broke
in real life they really jokes

run it up run it up run it up
come to the hustle can’t f*ck with us
jump through the streets like it’s double dutch
cannabis lean in my double cup

filled up my jeans and i doubled up
couple more stacks in my book bag
we coming through and they look sad
don’t give f*ck man we gon drag

call up my driver pick up my chick
and we f*cking for hours
p*ssy devoured hop in the shower
give me a minute then back to the flower

i’m getting paid chill in the shade
you just a faze you following waves
hope you don’t drown cuz n*ggas don’t save
we dance with the devil on edges of graves they

stuck in they ways i throw on my shade
no johnny cage i’m darker than caves
building my rage they stuck in a daze
riding in lincoln’s while freeing the slaves

freeing the slaves i’m freeing the slaves
know what’s ahead like looking at waze
i’m getting bread for going on stage
go to the club and i’m getting played

all my n*ggas i got on go
running through blocks my pockets swole
riding with glocks i let it show
run up on me i let it blow

these n*ggas switch then sell they soul
he really mad i f*cked his hoe
i flip these packs and hit the road
they think i’m headed to a show

get right back and make some more
i run my trap just like a store
got my pistol by the door
one hollow point you hit the floor

n*ggas brag and then they boast
the internet it do the most
they like to talk but really broke
in real life they really jokes

i be up two in the morning
smoking on gas ima stoner
try if you wanna i’m coming with choppaz
i pop him i bet he a goner

we don’t condone in that hoe sh*t
i thought we suppose to be grown men
i’m stretching him out like it’s golds gym
just give me the word and i’m on ten

i be shaking the room like i’m pop smoke
rest in peace to my n*ggas who got smoke
leave his family mourning like lonzo
outta sight outta mind like john doe

my n*ggas they trap out da condo
i give em the word and they on go
beating the block broner uhhh
glock in the truck no tonka truck

i be surrounded by go gettas
you a broke n*gga see the hoe in ya
i treat em like lean put fo’ in em
i got the power like ghost children

don’t rent to own i own to rent it
moving alone no co defendant
pull the pole out put a hole in him
if you came with him then you gone wit em

let’s go let’s go
all my n*ggas i got on go
running through blocks my pockets swole
riding with glocks i let it show

run up on me i let it blow
these n*ggas switch then sell they soul
he really mad i f*cked his hoe
i flip these packs and hit the road

they think i’m headed to a show
get right back and make some more
i run my trap just like a store
got my pistol by the door

one hollow point you hit the floor
n*ggas brag and then they boast
the internet it do the most
they like to talk but really broke
in real life they really jokes

- dolo money lyrics

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