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350 Lyrics[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Jon]
You know it's funny right
I think I've come to realize I like when they count me out
Makes it that much sweeter when I'm countin' up
DJ Drama (Gangsta)

[Chorus: Lule]
150, word to the Lamb I'm drivin' (M-M-M-M)
Aventador on the ice, I'm slidin’
350 the Hemi, no Yeezy
Drippin' on 'em, I make it look easy, yeah
Big shit poppin', the coliseum
More bodies droppin', a mausoleum
My nigga might let it off for no reason
Off-White, Virgil sweater, that's in season

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh (Maybach Music)
Money is power and I’ve got several accounts (Huh)
Told not to bring another dollar, that’s all they allow (Why’s that)
Funny how money come in when you runnin' things (Yes)
Always make the government stumble, better come again, (Bang-bang)
Fa-fa-fat ass nigga in a Aventador
A-a-ate more pussy, I broke the liquor law (Ha-ha-ha-haa)
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck (Yes)
I'm blowin' cookies, dawg, burner on the jet
I lock and load, niggas stuffin' Optimos (Uh)
That AK my new drummer, call it rock ‘n’ roll
Palms Casino, here for a meal ticket (Biggest)
My poker face ready, I got some real bitches (Biggest)
My check from Atlantic, it was another dub (Maybach Music)
I flew that bitch just like a magic rug (Huh)
And I wrote a book it was best-seller (Nigga)
Movie comin' next, I pray you niggas dress better

[Chorus: Lule]
150, word to the Lamb I'm drivin' (M-M-M-M)
Aventador on the ice, I'm slidin’
350 the Hemi, no Yeezy
Drippin' on 'em, I make it look easy, yeah
Big shit poppin', the coliseum
More bodies droppin', a mausoleum
My nigga might let it off for no reason
Off-White, Virgil sweater, that's in season

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn & Lil Jon]
Flygod
Ayo, this for my niggas up in court, givin' time back (Ah)
The MAC-12 with the Philipp Plein strap (Brr, brr)
Drivin’ foreign, lil baby with the nine in back (Whip)
Used to drive a hundred up, then we fly back (Skrt)
Those was the good days, shits was only twenty-two
In Gwinnett, had to learn Spanish, only hear from new
Tara Boulevard, Hi-Points, get 'em less for two
Sell them shits, fall back home, scratchin' numbers, boo (Ah)
Kingpins, sat at my table in the mess hall
Mexicans, back to back burpees on the rec yard
USB Atlanta, I was listenin' to Gangsta Grillz (Gangsta)
Don Diva, Sly Green issue, way before the deal
Learn somethin', ho (Learn somethin'), learn somethin', ho
Saint Laurent, ho (Ah), rock it head to toe
All this Dang on me (All this Dang on me)
300 Flat East side, Buffalo nigga
Who can fuck with that? (Yeah, yeah)
Griselda

[Chorus: Lule & DJ Drama]
150, word to the Lamb I'm drivin' (M-M-M-M)
Aventador on the ice, I'm slidin’
350 the Hemi, no Yeezy
Drippin' on 'em, I make it look easy, yeah
Big shit poppin', the coliseum
More bodies droppin', a mausoleum
My nigga might let it off for no reason
Off-White, Virgil sweater, that's in season
(Back in season)

[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Jon]
Gangsta Grillz
And like that, we gone
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