Confetti by Garry With Two R's

I done had
Too many bad hoes to miss one
Seen, too many dick suckas'
To kiss one
I shoot my shot
I ain't say I never miss one
But if I do, imma keep on shootin'
Til I hit some
Now right now I'm kicked back relaxed
Don't make me get out my seat
Or off beat
I'm goin' my own way nigga

Ain't never been a hoe I can't have
Like a fish I can't fry
Now come get yo ass in this fish grease
Baby turn gold

Yea, I came from the top
The crust of the mud
I learned what broken hearted was
With my parents on drugs
Guess imma, product of product
From powder to solid
You put this shit here in ya pipe
You get the bounce like hydraulics
Ya, these old hoes wanna kick it
Like we homies huh?
I tell 'em ass, gas, or cash
Bitch ya owe me one

So go on get ready,
Girl is you ready?
'Bout to stack this money up
Until it fall like confetti

Tell her quit that 9 to 5
You bein' a slave hoe
Why they call that business a chain?
It's cause they slave owners
Put us on that TV screen
Just to hate on us
Give a nigga a foot,
He take 40 acres on ya
And I want mine
And the mule
And I will work these hoes
Harder than the mule

So go on get ready,
Girl is you ready?
'Bout to stack this money up
Until it fall like confetti

Why you standin' there?
I told you we takin' off
I'm ready to go
So go on get ready,
Girl is you ready?
'Bout to stack this money up
Until it fall like confetti
Why you standin' there?
I told you we takin' off
I'm ready to go
So go on get ready,
Girl is you ready?
'Bout to stack this money up
Until it fall like confetti

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