[Hook 1:]
I got my mind on my money my money on my mind
Cant be broke gotta shine on the time
My pants hang low and my hand on my hip
Got some on my side make walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
Cuz my pants hang low and my hand on my side
My mind on my money my money on my mind
[Hook 2:]
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
Cuz my pants hang low and my hand on my side
My mind on my money my money on my mind
[Verse:]
Yea, they call me Handy Man bitch I keep it too long
And slow motion like nigga in the school zone
I glowin the do, I try to get my mood on (uh-huh)
Walkin wit a limp like a nigga broke a few bones (Gs up)
No [?] wit that nigga O.Gs (blow)
Guttar Music laid the whole scene like the police (oh)
Smokin on that dicker hiker shit nigga no speaks (yea)
High in the sky probably bout to get a nose bleed (uh-huh)
And seen him, as them bad ass wobbles
To get blowin whip like some bad bad topers (gutta)
And fix track they say yea thats doctors
Then even Do and Slim said yea thats proper (ohhh)
The dope boy, you can call me the moneyman
Had to put him on the ground just so he can understand
I aint the same Im the hikers from them guys
In the booth thats the proof Im the hikers from the line boy
[Hook 1]
[Verse:]
Look Im old cane stayin in the game so Im walkin wit a limp
But dont walk it out Im talkin bout you walkin wit hers pimp
I dont slap wit it talkin bout they get up on my hip
Instead you wanna kiss then Imma have to smack to ya lips yea (uh-huh)
And [?] is under the seat, and Im
Straight from the gutta come from under the streets (oh)
And Im hot like a oven 400 degrees (uh-huh)
And yall givin Im straight so aint no fuckin wit me man no
Uptown yea you know its in my skin
And ya boy tented Bapes like its blowin in the win
Wont keep down throw well Imma open it again
My pants hangin low and Im holdin on my fend (ah)
Yea, you see Los he comin in ya zone
And plus he got his whole song runnin to ya home
They call him double trouble like he comin wit gun
And I dont write shock keep it comin from the dome
[Hook 1]
[Verse:]
If you's a dope boy, now would you walk wit a limp
If you's a gutta girl, now would you walk wit a limp
If you's a gutta boy, now would you walk wit a limp
Ah walk wit a limp, ah walk wit a limp
(Ah) walk wit it, (ah) walk wit a limp
(Ah) walk wit it, (ah) walk wit a limp
(Ah, ah, ah) walk wit a limp
(Ah) walk wit a limp, (ah) walk wit a limp
[Hook 1]
[Outro:]
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
Ah walk wit a walk wit a walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
Ah walk wit a walk wit a walk wit a limp
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