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Lyrics:
Is this bout rhyming or business?
Is this bout business or rhyming?
They say my timing is perfect.
I say I'm perfect with timing.

Take a shower with money.
I be bathing in purple.
Had to shake off the squares.
I had to tighten the circle.

If Coca-Cola commercial, call me a Pepsi with ice.
The underground where I'm dwelling. You ain't used to this life.
In the streets I'm a king, and on the beats I'm a champ.
Attack like Doberman pinschers, you nixxas barking like tramps.

This is more than shit talking, it's monumental recording.
We be extorting the runners, til they no longer afford it.
Affiliated with ballers. Affiliated with goons.
Bitches blowing my squad like they be blowing ballons.

I got strategic intentions my verses never should mention.
Plus this pen in my hand can open other dimensions.
Switching my verses like rentals. I make it look like it's simple.
Had a life like a dream. I rock the boat. Keep it gentle.

Now the kush is from Haiti, and when I smoke it I'm coughing.
I rose up from the dead. They want me back in that coffin.
They say I'm clean and I'm fresh. I say so fresh and so clean.
Look at all of the evils having this money can bring.

I don't listen to haters. Your negativity bounce.
I got money in walls, but I got bricks in the couch.
This time is for the money so I'm making it count.
I'm multiplying on my enemies and taking em out.

Chorus: (Soye)
You might see me riding by. We be multiplying.
Hood nixxas stay alive. We don't ever die.
Riding high on twenty two's. We be analyzing.
We don't never die. We just multiply.

She tried to tell me "It ain't tricking if a nixxa got it."
I said "I got it, but I'd rather keep it in my pocket."
I'm smoking loud while your sister rolling up some chocolate.
Imagination get to popping like a bottle rocket.

We cruising Lake Shore Drive. I let her see the lake.
I took her down to HOODX and let her feed the apes.
We got some liquor then. I let her smoke some grapes.
I put my dick in her mouth and let her get a taste.

Now tell them hoes "Sit down," so I can get to pimping,
Godbody style like Nas, but this ain't It Was Written.
You in the mob, ain't no snitching under no conditions.
You do the dirt, you the one that's gotta do the dishes.

It's back to stunting on you hoes like a stuntman.
These other rappers is trash. Like my dustpan.
I don't know you. You ain't fam. We don't touch hands.
We don't use credit cards, bitch we got bands.

Now put some coke on a scale and watch me weigh it up.
If you choke on an L, take another puff.
You ever open my mail, I gotta fuck you up.
I know you hoping we fail, but we can't get enough!


Chorus: (Soye)
You might see me riding by. We be multiplying.
Hood nixxas stay alive. We don't ever die.
Riding high on twenty two's. We be analyzing.
We don't never die. We just multiply.

(Repeat)