Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/
Only real niggas stay on top
Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,
White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra
It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad
C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
Fuck a tape, fuck your broad
You are the snow pissed on by my dog
With the dog comin’ to pee
Third ward general, young cash money
Barking dog rose from the ashes
I can teach you all the sounds of love
Every dog has it's day
So, they hate and they say
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