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Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don´t matter where we at, it´s poppin´ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, ah, uh, uh)

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don´t matter where we at, it´s poppin´ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin´ brain dead, uh
I don´t give a fuck what the lames say, uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How ´bout a little bitty self-love instead?
I can´t fuck a ho, I´d rather self-love instead
Can´t save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh
I ain´t just tryna get a nut off
Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off

Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut...

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don´t matter where we at, it´s poppin´ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don´t matter where we at, it´s poppin´ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread

I´m feelin´ like Kid Cudi
A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain´t a little nutty?
Everybody be like that sometimes
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
I ain´t bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
´Cause that level of genius the meanest
Nobody fuckin´ around with that flow
When I spit it, you know it´s the cleanest, uh
All my haters can suck my penis
Went from five hundred a show to sellin´ out arenas
From SOB´s in NYC
To smokin´ trees at the motherfuckin´ Garden
Pardon my ego, uh
Maybe it´s the weed smoke
Maybe it´s the beat though
If I draw it in the sand

Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don´t matter where we at, it´s poppin´ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don´t matter where we at, it´s poppin´ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread