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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] |
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No place she would rather be |
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Than dancing in front of me |
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Gucci Mane I'm from the street |
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But I got ice all over me |
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Got my dawg with me |
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I swear my niggas like some dobermans |
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Ya kill with them just ask and will |
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I think that they provoking me |
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Yellow kush I'm smoking it |
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Hunnid mill, make hopefully |
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You been close minded |
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One up on the kid I bet I open it |
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Bricksquad line I'm pushing it |
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Cali niggas growing it |
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Valley niggas cooking it and serving it, you knowing it |
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Some say I'm a genius with it, some say I'm a poet |
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Some of these niggas that wanna ball but get the ball can't tote it |
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Half of them niggas that hit them all, don't buy shit, that's pathetic |
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I'm bout to [?] |
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[Hook] |
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The word around the town, that's my price is at the lowest |
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It's a low down dirty game, but I bet my niggas hit the lowest |
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Don't worry about this dude, cuz this money, ain't yours |
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I'm a billionaire and I'm making, but I guess these niggas don't know us |
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I'm riding around with the lambo, and I bet my car the lowest |
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And I like the way that she drop down, with a freak go down the lowest |
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I'm counting money, standing down, I'm hustling with my boys |
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Just driving around town, but I'm still good, cuz my price still the lowest |
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[Verse 2: Rich Tha Kid] |
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Driving round town, still got the pounds |
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Bentley Coupe, I ride around |
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With the strap, we hold yo man this kick down that's where it at |
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Still sippin' lean, weightin' too much |
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Mothafuck 12, free Guwop |
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Thirteen O's running from the cops |
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Jugging on niggas on the block |
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Go blind if ya looking at these bands |
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Got so many hoes on my schedule |
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Bitch [?] |
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Too many racks my nephew |
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I got bricks, I got the Louis |
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Fucking yo bitch, I'm rich as ya know it |
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We won a check and a respect |
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My young nigga pull up with tec |
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Dirty ass ho, can't charge no bitch, my wrist on froze |
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[?] |
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Niggas hating but its fuck fuck |
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Pass the hoes, I don't wanna cuff |
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Rich nigga came from the bottom |
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Word around [?] |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: OG Maco] |
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We was waiting and start taking over |
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Like the [?] now we running media |
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Make your wife a eat her |
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She licking sacks for the Saks Fifth |
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How you greet her with a mouth kiss? |
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Fuck ignorance |
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Full account is blessed |
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To fool em out of ere, to get your noggin split |
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Free Wop man, fuck feds |
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Always came in like the 3 |
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Ass double Team |
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And we can double barrels |
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Get the wood (?) |
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Momma said she got that good hair |
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And got a bright future, and I watch [?] |
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Catch a check, bitch I'm known to play ya |
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Dirty game in my hand full |
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Get a phone full of [?] |
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Mix it up then, resale |
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Ain't shit free so its no pity |
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Young mogul, I'm chasing Diddy |
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Ya tryna stop me make the semi hit you |
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Spots 12 like a body flippin' |
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[?] |
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Throwin pistols, I've been thinking money longer than I remember |
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Yea yea |
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[Hook] |
