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Uh, uh, so so Def |
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Yeah, yeah |
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In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes |
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With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang' |
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Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings |
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With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang |
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Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam |
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And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang |
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Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang |
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When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang |
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Y'all wanna floss wit us |
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'Cause all across the ball we burn it up |
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Drop a little paper, baby toss it up |
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Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang |
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I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe |
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Jigga's style is love, X and O |
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Save all your accolades, just the dough |
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My game is wide, all lames aside |
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Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet |
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Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye |
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Twin platinum gun, son, aim for the sky |
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Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it |
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Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young |
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See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up |
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Mine's is one, zero, zero, zero, oh doub' |
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Damn, near out the rear trunk when I roll up |
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Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic |
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I been spending hundreds since they had small faces |
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Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas |
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Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters? |
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In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes |
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With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang' |
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Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings |
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With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang |
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Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam |
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And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang |
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Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang |
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When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang |
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Y'all wanna floss wit us |
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'Cause all across the ball we burn it up |
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Drop a little paper, baby toss it up |
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Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang |
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My cake thick, I live the life |
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Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night |
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I make the big moves, do the big things |
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Take small groups, turn them into big names |
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The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match |
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Cats say, I'm the shit man |
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The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew |
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Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do |
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Get more burn than a candle |
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Too hot to hold, too much to handle |
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In the black C-low, he know if she look |
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She go bye, bye with da, da and I ain't gotta say no mo' |
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I'm 'The Truth' like A.I., got the proof and stay fly |
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In the safest shit you could never buy |
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Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing |
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I don't know about y'all but every night I swing |
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In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes |
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With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang' |
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Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings |
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With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang |
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Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam |
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And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang |
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Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang |
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When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang |
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Y'all wanna floss wit us |
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'Cause all across the ball we burn it up |
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Drop a little paper, baby toss it up |
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Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang |
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Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil' |
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And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill |
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Said, she loved my necklace, started relaxin' |
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Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction |
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Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome |
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Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light gray |
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Platinum, spend your whole life in the day |
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What's down is a bet, roll the dice |
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So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel |
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It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level |
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Where I'm at your check, you better double that |
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And personally your raps is where the trouble at |
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I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain |
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In the platinum frame screamin' it's not a game |
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Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain |
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Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy |
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In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes |
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With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang' |
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Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings |
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With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang |
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Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam |
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And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang |
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Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang |
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When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang |
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Y'all wanna floss wit us |
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'Cause all across the ball we burn it up |
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Drop a little paper, baby toss it up |
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Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang |
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So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' |
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You know, all we do is |
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Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on |