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gangsta pat - dead presidents lyrics

[verse 1]
i gotta have that cheese, fool
i gotta make them f+ckin’ ends
dividends, steady comin’ in
stacks 100s, and 20s, and 10s
vented to the side of a ride
and i’m tired from puffin’ all the indo smoke
i wanna stack my cheese so high
that you could see with a telescope
real n+gga decked in hilfiger with a bigger bank
even though i got big stacks of cheese
that don’t mean that i still won’t gank
let me drank, so i can think of ways to make so much cash
i’mma blast on yo’ ass, if i have to rob you for yo’ stash
i gotta have that mayo, even if i have to sell yayo
stackin’ up my cheese like lego
them redrum n+ggas don’t play, ho
we lay low, smokе much bud
so much love to the n+ggas in the hood
all good, ridin’ wood
black havеn down on the way to the brookwood
lookin’ good to them b+tches, clockin’ riches
throwin’ pitches, and them snitches
i’m all about makin’ that money
and often my body’s often itchin’
and this is the way i stack my cheese
redrum is my clique, so back up off my g’s
[hook]
if it don’t make dollars (dollars), then it don’t make sense (sense)
boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents
if it don’t make dollars (dollars), then it don’t make sense (sense)
boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents

[verse 2]
money is the root to all this evil that’s goin’ on in my hood
i gotta make that vitamin green, b+tch, i hope that’s understood
ridin’ through black haven
trippin’ off all these broke ass ho’s i see
’bout to pass out, ’cause they ass out
f+cked up in the town, ain’t got no cheese
blowin’ on that hay everyday
increase my mind that’s thinkin’ ’bout gankin’
and itchin’ for cheese, and leavin’ them bodies stinkin’
flat bank and gotta get paid
stay redrum, head to toe
don’t never just f+ck with a ho
unless she’s droppin’ off that dough
and so, i keep that yawk with me
just incase i wanna pull a cheese stang
i’mma ride up on his side, and pop him with a glock
and let his meat hang
no shame when it comes to mobbin’
my trigger finger just be throbbin’
that trick should’ve never been flaugin’
now i gotta get, bounce my robbin’, never stoppin’
i’mma keep cheese no matter what it takes
as long as the world stays round and round
there’s always gonna be money to make
so take yo’ time, stack yo’ dough
never go broke for no weak ass ho
i gotta get paid constantly
and even then, i’mma be itchin’ for more
[hook]
if it don’t make dollars (dollars), then it don’t make sense (sense)
boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents
(boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents)
if it don’t make dollars (dollars), then it don’t make sense (sense)
boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents
(boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents)

[verse 3]
chiefin’ on that indo
on the hump, gotta make another stang or two
c+ckin’ it, put it to his mind
and commence to doin’ what i gots to do
take his sh+t, empty the clip
put a hole in his ass like swiss cheese
add up the money that i took from the trick ass b+tch
i done count about 6 g’s
b+tch, please pay my pimpin’
’cause i gotta stacks me a million
show me a trick or more with a whole lot of dough
and i bet you that i k!ll one
spill one of the n+ggas blood
’cause i show no love when it comes to jackin’
if the 9 don’t get it when i pull it
then i’m comin’ right back with a mothaf+ckin’ mack 10
actin’ a f+ckin’ fool about my money
’cause i gotta get paid, black
laid back, smokin’ on a fat sack
and i’m constantly thinkin’ ’bout a fat stack
of cheese, gotta clock them g’s
gotta have them dividends comin’ in
when i’m sippin’ on gin
gotta get my ass in
now and then, i think about gankin’
bankin’, leavin’ them bodies stankin’
increasin’ my rank and while i’m smokin’ on dank and
i’m thinkin’ ’bout money, gotta have my f+ckin’ cheese
redrum is my clique, so back up off my g’s
[hook]
if it don’t make dollars (dollars), then it don’t make sense (sense)
boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents
(boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents)
if it don’t make dollars (dollars), then it don’t make sense (sense)
boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents
(boomin’ out my residents, i gotta have that presidents)

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