E Dub - Certified

Hundred mil plus and I'm a get it cause I'm certified
Count so many hundreds, all these blues will make your momma cry
Kingpin money, if I'm shootin' it's a homicide
I'm applying pressure, got her dripping, leaking to her thigh
Hundred mil what, forty bands in my pocket
Forty bands what, spent that shit on my side bitch
Oh you big dawg, come over here, where my profit
Ain't dropping no addy, that's how them young niggas get mopped quick
Certified biggest stepper, bitch I been the man
Got these hoes running around in circles like the ceiling fan
Niggas wishing death upon me, like I made Many Men
Benji Boy gone shoot from the three and I encourage it
We some loose screws, fuck around take yo head off
Popped two, hit the fan and got paid off
Michael Jackson bad, Billie Jean it's a stand off
I could have a dollar, I'm a still break my mans off
Parmesan cheese got my pockets feeling nauseous
Capitol P, we got sticks and narcotics
Don't fuck with Uber, that bitch on a trolly
Keep one in the head incase a fuck nigga try me
Don't be telling lies on your pussy just to get it in
I could give a fuck bout who you was, you with Benjamin
It's a roll call for my bitches, it might never end
I'm a top dawg with that bag look like a settlement
Hundred mil plus and imma get it cause I'm certified
Count so many hundreds all these blues will make your momma cry
Kingpin money, if I'm shooting it's a homicide
I'm applying pressure, got her dripping, leaking to her thigh
Hundred mil what, forty bands in my pocket
Forty bands what, spent that shit on my side bitch
Oh you big dawg, come over here, where my profit
Ain't dropping no addy, that's how them young niggas get mopped quick

Written by:
Eric Washington

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