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    "Freestyle" Lyrics

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    We got that green stuff, Big Tite
    Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
    Fin to put it all in why'all face

    I got too much money, too much cash
    I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
    Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
    Twenty two that, pounds of dro I done blew that
    You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon' shine
    My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times
    I'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth
    I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
    Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
    I'm joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
    Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
    But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
    I'm top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
    Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
    We some paid young G's, with too much cash
    Too much flow and do', talking too much trash ha

    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]
    Too much money, too much cash
    All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
    We got too much money, too much cash
    All why'all haters, can kiss our ass

    Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
    S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot
    I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
    Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
    I bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
    Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
    I talk the talk and walk the walk, 'cause nigga I'm a G
    Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me
    'Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman
    And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man
    I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
    You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
    Give me a break, you think I'm lying or something
    I'm at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something
    I'm a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash
    And why'all haters, why'all can kiss our ass

    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]

    I got too much M-O-N-E-why
    Anything I S-E-E, I be -you-why
    Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall
    We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall
    Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
    I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
    Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line
    I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
    I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a row
    You can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and fro
    You see the Spre's on the car, I bet you my people like the rock
    When girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say... pulling cameras out
    Damn I'm hot, when I hit the club I'm bound to line to the bar
    And for the first hundred people, I'm insuring they car
    Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
    We got too much green, and that's real by far

    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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