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[Intro] We On, Tell them Bitches "We On" Tell them niggas We On, On, On [Chrous] This is what my niggas do Always packing shit like we went to school And Mama always said I'd be the fucking man Now I'm Getting Money, watch me count these grands Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids, (watch me count these grands) Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids, (watch me count these grands) [Verse 1] This is what My Niggas do! Forgies on the Coupe, them shits is Twenty-Two's. If Louis's on the Belt, It's Louis on the Shoes I'm bussing down a blunt and trying to buss a move. My Motto, "GET MONEY OR SLEEP IN THE PARK ON THE BENCH WITH THE BUMS" I whip it, I pack it I run through the package, pitch even the crumbs. I push off the lot, In the Burbs in a drop But Head straight to the slums, I'm funny with Money, You broke? you a dummy While niggas be Jokin, I'm counting, Err Ummm [Chorus] Look This is what I'm finn a do! Post up in the MO and let this Cellie Boom, Just me and my T-Mobile, slapping like a fool Blow banging so tough I keep on switching rooms Mama told me "Son Get Dough", Nigga that was way back then So, Every-since I was bout THIS old, I was trained, Get Cho And bring the change back in I let the Range back in, Not the 4.6, but the 0'16 No Codeine cause the Dough don't lean, In a booth at the Sting, Letting go of that Green, Like Ummm [Chorus] Nigga this what getting paper do! Snatch you out that polo, put you onto Truez, Get you off that wood and Buffalo your view, Or have you on that Road Trying to see "What it Do". It's 50's, and 20's and 100's, My niggas be chasin them M's It's Bo after Bow, with a 4 and some Blow, even facing a Ten, Niggas gotta gone head and get that bread Whether Feds or the Judge or the Box Shit don't stop! and I'm off in a Brand New Lot With a Knot And I want that Drop, So Ummm… [Chorus] - Written by Seven the General