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作曲 : Carter, Mollings, Mollings ... |
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We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' |
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We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' |
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We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' |
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I'm all, I'm all about my paper, |
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I'm all, I'm all about my paper |
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We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' |
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We over here hustlin', we over here |
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We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' |
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I'm all, I'm all about my paper, |
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I'm all, I'm all about my paper [Lil' Wayne:] |
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Now ho don't ask me what |
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I'm doing, thats me in the hook. |
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And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book |
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Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' |
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If your ******* don't know the rules, |
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I will read her the book. |
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I got the key to the boat, |
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I got the key to the jet. |
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I got the key to success, get money invest. |
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Read up with the rest. |
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I got a Swedish connect. |
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That means my ***** is the best, yoke to even the stress. |
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OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. |
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That's called my bullets and lugers, |
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I put 'em deep in your neck. |
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Adam's apple meet banana clip. |
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You know my script, |
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I just get my chips and then |
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I dip, and then |
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I dip. They say the bull*******t walks, the money talks. |
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So I don't answer, |
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I don't answer unless the money calls. |
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Yeah that's my word, thats my word know |
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I will front for y'all. |
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Its money over everything and ******* under all. |
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M.O.B! [Chorus] [Birdman:] |
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I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown *****s. |
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It's the home of the hard knocks. |
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Cook up a whole block. |
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Hit it up in all white. |
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Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. |
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Shop 'till you pop *******, do your own thing ho. |
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Got the game from |
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Pixie's, second floor sixth court. |
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Bling bling king *****, money ain't a thing *****. |
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Ridin' in a |
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Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. |
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Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. |
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Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper. |
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Zip it and whip it *****, that's how we *******p it, *****. |
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Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, *****. |
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I spent a mill on my grill for real. ' |
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Cause we be stunting while we hustling, ***** making his meals. |
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We be grindin' while we *******nin', ***** packin' that steel |
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Stay fly, get money, ***** stackin' the bills. [Chorus] [Birdman:] |
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I say, we deep in the game, *****. we switching the lanes, ***** |
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Got blood money homie. |
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No pain, no gain, *****. |
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Fifty a fame *****, a |
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G a name, *****. |
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That's what we do *****, claim your fame, *****. |
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Hop out a range, *****. |
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Fang in hand, *****. |
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Stop all that reppin', 'fore |
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I... send some flames, *****. |
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All this money, *****. |
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Jewelry and fame, *****. ' |
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Cause we be stuntin', *****. |
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Moving them things, *****. [Lil' Wayne:] |
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Paper paper, paper. |
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All I need is paper. |
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Green paper. |
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White chalk, yellow tape will, make your *******rt look like you got on the butcher's aprin. |
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Go ahead and make the steak then, ******* *****. |
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*******, ***** talkin'. |
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This is how money sound. |
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I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round. |
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Yeah, and |
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I just do's what |
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I does. You *****s couldn't even be who |
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I was. |