Fill My Cup (To Tha Rim)

Mack muthafuckin 10 Back up in ya witta'nother muthafuckin gangsta hit But this time 1-0 Productions givin the muthafuckin punch Wit my niggas, my new niggas: AllFrumThaI Run it, Squeak (Verse 1 -Squeak Ru) It's like 24/7, 365 How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind Gots to get this rap shit tight That's why I write and fuck [up everything ?] on the mic I wanna filthy rich and when I pitch Game at a bitch, she couldn't rock my dick Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce Weed by the pound, fuck a ounce I'm mashin petrol thru the ghetto Fuck the metro, nigga got the bankroll and wouldn't buy Benzo Gettin paper is a habit, I want it lavish Goddamn, if it's there I gots to grab it So God, please, can you make me famous I wanna stack a big head from earth to Uranus Got to combine these rhymes for the grind It's time, I can't keep the paper off my mind Chorus: I wanna fill my cup to tha rim Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper I'm tryna stay down because I'm Inglewood swangin AllFrumThaI til I die, we hoo-bangin (Verse 2 -Binky Mack) Now tell me who can fade us Breakin off from Inglewwod to Vegas Rub ya [???] around my stack ,shakin up the crap Game, really don't matter what the hustle So my [shrink ?] get [???] again wit a little muscle Tap on the do' to see if ya home Better [ask ?] or me and my dogs is thru the window Gots to fill my cup by any means Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means Me and my nigga on some hustlin schemes Got niggas hoes takin me shoppin, it's only poppin And it won't be no stoppin, I'm droppin Rhymes on that ass, hoes checks they cash Cuz when it comes to a broke bitch Nigga, I pass and when women wanna wine and dine Mack 10's bought the Benz off the [lac] I'll be tellin bitches it's mine Chorus (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru) A nigga wanna stack him a million Have a house away from the average civilian [Fo' do ???], [???] entourage 20 muthafuckers when we mob Live [in plusses ?] by his custom [get ?] that's the shit Put the hood down, now my niggas got grip Havin money is a scheme, American Dream A nigga from the ghetto livin like a king And at night my appetite is right I like the big MD shine in the light--twisted A hundred [???] make a nigga pow I wish the homies in the pen could see me now Westside!!! Chorus