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[Chorus:] |
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I am in the air* |
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All I want is the money |
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And I see it so clear |
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Weed in my grinder |
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Mind on a million |
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Taylor gang in the planes |
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You know it over the building |
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They ask me how fly |
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I'm gonna tell you |
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You recognize the G |
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I Should be lookin familiar |
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Party and chillin' |
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And fast living |
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How I'm supposed to... now the choices giving |
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I chose to leave the club with a couple of hoes |
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Who love to smoke trees rolling the easy wider papers |
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Maintain a low speed |
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How shell I proceed? |
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Come from a city where niggers ain't got a life |
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But got a lot |
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So I be low key |
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Money hoes clothes is all a nigger knows |
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Don't bring a nug I blow it by the O |
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I hit the road cause shit is exactly how it seems |
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I had to sleep and now me |
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I've been living on my dream |
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Marijuana... my surround my... |
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My camera catch the scene |
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Fresh above the plain |
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Think another paper |
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Shorty wanna ride with me |
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As bad as I wanna take her |
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Put you on... bitch |
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Taken pics with the planes |
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And send them to their friends |
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We demand on a million |
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