Black Bill Gates Lyrics

40 dollar jeans, thousand dollar shades
Walk up in the club like a KKK parade.
DJ scream my name, bitches turn they head.
light sign on my section, i holla can i get some head.
I dont need no jewelry, and i dont need no goons
Wherever i might stand, im the realist nigga in the
room
Never been complete, and dont throw in the towel
Gangsta, and you know it, f*ck it take them hoes to
trial

(Nigga we dont cop no pleas p*ssy,
nigga our money right, lawyers paid. p12 nigga, CM5
bitch)

I got money on my mind, bitches in my bed
problems in my household, niggas in the feds
Yeah thats my dogs, so i can let they calls
Record label bullshittin, put my shit on pause
Cause i wont make no single commercial shit i rap for yall
So f*ck the industry, and my enemies kill them all
Bullet in the chamber, bitch yo life in danger
Mama never told you dont be conversating with strangers
I owe God a favor, He send me a angel
Niggas tried to kill me, He made sure i had a banger
Now i got to thank ya, proud to be a gangsta
Past the Beale Street, nigga f*ck being famous

*Laugh*
Nigga i want the muthaf*cking money nigga
No attention p*ssy, gangsta shit nigga, CM5

I goes light, camera, action, Franklins and Jacksons
money in my mattress, im tryna f*ck a actress
My life like a movie, but i dont do no acting
I just keep it gangsta with my North Memphis accent

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