Lyrics Cash Money Tempo - BARZ!

Tacoma boys for the win
You came to the party with a joint full of trim
Got a poisonous pen
Watch the way I write 'em off
Wouldn't give me the time of day
Now I ain't got no time to talk
Got my SoundCloud starter kit
Now I guess I gotta go buy a watch
Diamond cross, find some thots, tattoo 69 across
My muthafuckin' face & be a rapist
Get online and cause a bunch of shit
With Bloods & Crips then try to hide behind the cops
I roll the dice because I like the odds
Take what you love and treat it like a job
I don't take losses, they lessons, fuck all the minor costs
But takin' food off my table, that'll get you outlined in chalk
Final thought, now all these rappers just wanna bite it, stop
They lie a lot, you got me screwed up bitch I ain't Michael Watts
Buy a slot, nobody give a fuck bout them likes you bought
And I ain't payin' Fatboy SSE to say this rhyme is hot
I smoke the whole car ride, better crack a window
This'll melt ya harddrive, it ain't accidental
Yeah, I get it, smart guy, you can rap a little
Till I set the bar high like we bad at limbo
How you gonna tell me I ain't worth 8 mill?
Cuz I don't pop molly, sip syrup, take pills?
Bitch, I'm grindin' hard, while you at the workplace still
I'm gettin' money under the table, earthquake drill

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I think I found my tempo
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I think I found my tempo

Rack me out, bitch, I take Paypal or Venmo

I think I found my tempo