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I-I-I, I-I-I-I, I get the paper so, I don't care" <- Milk-D |
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(Verse 1) |
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You ever have a dollar sittin' in your pocket? |
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Pull it out and take a deeper look at this object |
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Think of all it's seen, from the jeans of crack fiends |
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To doctors' Docker pants, stop to glance, see what I mean? |
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Same dollar bill that's stuffed in a stripper's thong |
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Could be the same dollar bill that's out shoppin' with your mom |
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Same dollar bill buyin' drugs for junkies |
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Is the same dollar bill for your kid's lunch money |
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Think about it, a dollar bill slips through stores |
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Everybody's touched one, whether rich or poor |
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You probably got a dollar in your birthday card before |
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But days before, it coulda been used to pay for whores |
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Still can't see it? Let me set you straight |
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The dollar grandmothers place on collection plates |
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Politicians roll for blow on Election Day |
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Hold to their nose until 5-0's investigate |
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It's underneath pillows when kids lose their teeth |
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The reason why crews'll beef and lose their teeth |
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It fuels deceit, breathe it in deep, the dollar's oxygen |
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Imagine seein' life through the eyes of George Washington |
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(Chorus) (Milk-D samples) |
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"I get money, money I got" |
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"I get money" |
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"I get money, money I got" |
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"I get the paper so, I don't care" |
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(Verse 2) |
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Handed to a man in the corner store for lottery |
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Taken from that man in the store in a robbery |
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Given to some kid on the block for a rock |
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Which is stacked in the pile and gets rolled up in the knot |
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Then it's given to a man in a van for a Glock |
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But that man in the van just got caught by the cops |
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So it's given to the cops so the man isn't locked |
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Then the cops split it up so the cash isn't hot |
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The dollar bill's just a small percentage of the whole |
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It's better to spend that excess cheddar slow |
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Keep it very basic, gotta be sure to cover your bases |
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Pull it from the money clip, a tip for the waitress |
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The waitress is an actress, she wants to be famous |
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Her teeth are ****ed up, so she goes to get braces |
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She screams for a taxi, hops in the back seat |
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The cab has an accident and crashed on the back street |
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She's flung to the concrete, her purse explodes |
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Leavin' several single dollar bills scattered in the road |
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A breeze lifts a dollar in the air where it's blown |
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In front of a child's home, where she plays alone |
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Now she walks down the street, happier than before |
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Ringin' bells on the door when she enters the store |
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And with a smile from the clerk when the transaction's done |
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In steps a man with a gun... |
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(Chorus) (Milk-D samples) |
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"I get money, money I got" |
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"I get-get, mo-mo-mo-money I got" |
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"I get money, money I got" |
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"I get the paper so, I don't... |
