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[Hook:] |
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You can sit back with your feet laid up |
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In the penthouse suite, you ain't gotta worry 'bout shit |
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I'mma go out, get the dough, after that, get some more |
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To make sure that you ain't worried 'bout shit |
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Baby, where the money at? added? where the dough? |
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Make sure you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout shit |
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Put that on my momma and I put that on my daddy |
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Swear to God, baby, you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout shit |
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I ain't worried 'bout shit cuz a nigga like me ain't got too much to lose |
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I ain't got no point to prove, catch his ass slippin' been in overtime to shoot |
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I be still catchin' Charlie, cuz I'm still crazy |
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I might pull up on you and then go like Patrick Swayze |
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Told that bitch to cum thought I was talking masturbation, but I won |
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Niggas talkin' to the police investigatin', ho know what I'm doin' |
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Whole lotta gula, lots of paper, you know I run it up |
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You just sit down nigga, pussy niggas stand it up |
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I got money to the ceiling, I got lots of hoes, cuz I don't got no feelings |
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Call me Mr. Polar, all I know is dealer |
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Since I went solo, these niggas In their feelings, ya feel me? |
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All I'm tryna get is money, tryna stack a couple dollar all to feed my family |
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Got some B.E.T awards now it's time for a Grammy |
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I still do it for my mamma, shouts out to Tammy |
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I had to let her know |
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