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DollarDollar |
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I'm 'bout my game, can't take *******t light |
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Rich today, be broke tonight |
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I duck the pin 'cuz |
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I seek the light |
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On my grind, my grind's my life |
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My life's my hood, my home is slums |
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My boys is deep, hoes is young |
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Funk is here, |
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I'm out the way |
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I stash the cash for that rainy day |
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Those days to come, my storm awaits |
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I save for now, for babenapes |
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For cars and wheels, for grills and chains |
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For cows and bulls, for screens and bang |
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For candy paint, my life done changed |
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My kids is grown, |
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I needs the bank |
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My bank for real, |
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I leaves behind |
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A name that lives for years uh, uh |
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Big ******* and drink, rims and candy paint |
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Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes |
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Y'all idolize me, |
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I do it for the dollar |
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Girls slide down the pole, *******s trick for hoes |
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We sell tons of ****, |
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I ain't never broke |
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Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar |
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I dips to clubs, gets major play |
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From major hoes in a major way |
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Short skirts and boots, thick ass with thighs |
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She said it's yours, come ******* me eyes |
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Got hoes with jobs, got hoes with games |
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Got freaky hoes that dance with hey |
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They likes my style and |
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I like they ways |
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She wants what's mine and |
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I want what pays |
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I love these hoes without my heart |
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I ******* they mind not private parts |
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They falls in lust, ******* game in truth |
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She leaves her man 'cuz |
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I keeps her loose |
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She dreams of me, just met the chick |
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She mean to you 'cuz you stressed the ******* |
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I takes her home, you sweat the *******t |
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She rolls her eyes like ' |
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The Exorcist' |
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Big ******* and drink, rims and candy paint |
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Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes |
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Y'all idolize me, |
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I do it for the dollar |
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Girls slide down the pole, *******s trick for hoes |
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We sell tons of ****, |
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I ain't never broke |
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Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar |
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It's in my blood, been real for deep |
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Ain't changed a bit, |
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I claim the streets |
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I've left the hood but made it back |
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Sold *******, smoked and |
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I jackedProphets from crack, bought *******pits and gats |
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Bulldogs and hogs, my life |
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I rapPut down in words, **** fiends in packs |
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My block I love and they love me back |
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Homeboys is feuding, got hate for none |
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I rise for real, |
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I stay with guns |
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I sleep alone 'cuz |
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I trust myself |
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Respect for all but |
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I deals in death |
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That's real in depth, can't bite my tongue |
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I speaks my mind that's where |
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I'm fromThat's how |
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I'm raised, |
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I'm cut from that |
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That's how |
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I'm made, can't ******* with that |
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Big ******* and drink, rims and candy paint |
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Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes |
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Y'all idolize me, |
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I do it for the dollar |
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Girls slide down the pole, *******s trick for hoes |
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We sell tons of ****, |
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I ain't never broke |
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Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar |
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Big ******* and drink, rims and candy paint |
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Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes |
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Y'all idolize me, |
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I do it for the dollar |
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Girls slide down the pole, *******s trick for hoes |
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We sell tons of ****, |
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I ain't never broke |
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Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar |