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Dipset, as we proceed what have we here? |
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Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka |
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One thing to do get money muthafucka |
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I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer |
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They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera |
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They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina |
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They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac |
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I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones |
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Besides I put money on your skull and bones |
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And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones |
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Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up |
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Just like a bunch of clothes |
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Hey, ma we stretch work like you touch your toes |
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And in the middle of July we got that summer snow |
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I got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch |
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But the Porsche look gorgeous |
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Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps |
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We bring them whips out |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras |
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Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners |
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Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Drop top at the light screamin' life is good |
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If there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt |
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Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets |
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I got dogs and they not on a leash |
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So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh? |
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At this point I don't think they could take it |
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Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety |
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And even though that we been gettin' cake |
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And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me |
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Now tell me how I look |
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Would you rather live life like me or by the book? |
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Sheesh, we are what we are |
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Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER |
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Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line |
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I'm back for mine some more black flyin' |
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The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras |
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Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners |
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Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Drop top at the light screamin' life is good |
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And what you do nigga? |
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I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like Raspusha |
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I think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous |
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Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us |
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They all know I put on for Harlem |
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Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level |
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I took 80, blew it on a Beezle |
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Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto |
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The definition of opulence |
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The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit |
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Who would think that this kid from the projects |
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Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic |
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The wrist look like hypothermia set in |
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Pick a club night that the burner don't get in |
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We pop champagne until the club let out |
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I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras |
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Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners |
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Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera |
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We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na |
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Drop top at the light screamin' life is good |
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You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over |
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Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change |
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Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point? |
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Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense |
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Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones |
