do? it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues that's what they cost in the store, yeah an you can reach, but you can not touch
5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand
the shit up, what I folds Got a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccs Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of notes Banktellers *?shout?* wit my hand around the throat Reach