Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don Push the keys, G's threes for pape's. / Sippin' on Wock, no liquor in my system / They can smoke on bands right now, no, I won't miss 'em / You talk shit like you did somethin' / Beam on the strap, we hit This gang banging shit ain't as glamorous as they make it seem Tryna take it to the box, you tryna take a plea My lawyer said that if we lose, he 'a waive the fee Hoop court was overcrowded, had to play the street Every time you needed a bond, ya moms came to me Lil Alexander Mcqueen's for the bunions System Lyrics: Chai! Lil' ass hoe, lil' ass hoe can't kick Big bankroll, big bankroll and it's big Big bankroll, big bankroll, shawty, roll That’s your hoe, better get ya' hoe Let her go, she ain't tryna go Let her know *.” The huge and most obvious difference beside overall length of the mix and order of vocals, is the audio quality, since a CDQ of “ Lil $ Lyrics: Know we gotta eat, a lil sum in ya tummy / So gon' get them checks / Gon' make ya lil money / Gon' get them checks / But don’t spend it all on stunting / Plenty go in debt / Cause Yeah, I ride crate state to state The updated version of BB Beats' “Kid Cudi! chameleon (Yeah) They told me to come work on my album. / Hehe! Tryna Be Me Lyrics: I ain't worried 'bout no bitch / I just want some sex, I just want some sex, honestly / You know what I'm saying? TOES Lyrics: My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr) / Said if I leave her, she gon' die / Well, bitch, you done with life (Okay) / Better not pull up with no knife / 'Cause I / my shoulders, [?] Forget That Lyrics: My diamonds hit harder, when I'm [?] Clout. I'm tryna go find out the price on a boat (Okay) My lil bitch act like makin' the stack and she ghetto And nasty, she's drivin' the boat (Drive the boat) All this shit that they makin' be boring Play me something to bop while I ride with the pole Here you go (Uh, oh, hah, okay) Big bucks my bro, he got it for the low Fuck the law they tryna send a nigga up the road Passing out conspiracies they snatch me up bitch I don't know I don't know Free my nigga Crazy James, shout out my big bro perfect 8 And ever since they took the game shit ain't been the same Free Lil Merch and wet em up see shorty n them be duckin treys My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Ha) Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered) Shawty, she so raw, I … Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down. [Lil Gotit:] Yeah, stickin' to the G-code Cup a nigga, know they told Nigga bitch is really old (Yeah, yeah yeah) Still stayin' out the way Still gotta stack and pray Still praying for better day (Ooh, yeah, yeah yeah) So they tryna frame us, they tryna blame us, they tryna change us (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Cause they know we dangerous / This beat from Murda (Murda) / Got a thousand pounds for a thousand, buy them bitches now / First they tried to my style Same Shit Lyrics: Lederrick / Ooh, Bighead on the beat / On the same shit, I ain't with the same bitch / Beef with my old bitch, pain in my brain, bitch / Lame bitch, tryna hit my phone bitch, no Blood on these diamonds, they look good, they dance Big truck pull up like a blue ambulance Started with a penny, now it's racked up to a million (Woo) Rappin' rappin' niggas can't compare, they like my children (Yeah) I know bitches tryna get to know a nigga 'cause his digit You a Honda Civic whipper, in my (In what?)