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Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm |
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OhhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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[Verse 1: C-Bo] |
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Now see I be the man with all the plans |
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Trips and personal leer jets across the land |
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See me in bently in front of billboard live |
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Sipping on cristal crushed ice and lime |
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While I flex baggets and rubys on my wrist |
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My niggas be the shit like rotweilers and pits |
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Top dollers and fits markeys to kiss |
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Your four keds on my pinkie might crease your lips |
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Got offshore accounts swizes in japan |
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Need money machines to count the cash at hand |
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Push a candy green navy on unleves with four tvs |
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Gold real smiling like flaming young key I'm all about the money |
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And I mix it with the hunnys but not a trick |
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Hoes can't get none from me |
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Catch me in rag benz count my ends I don't hate we move tapes |
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State to state |
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Surprise to see me riding your town |
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So much ice it'll melt the whole city might drown |
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Forever stay a playa and ball with tycoons |
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Bentlys and mansions with like 15 rooms |
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Fall to my doom all I wanted was the cash |
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Lambouginis ferraris benz convertable jags |
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Rolex on my right bravado on my left rollin in sweat |
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On my personal leer jet tycoon |
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[Chorus] |
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All I wanna do is to have the better things in life |
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I'm a tycoon diamond rings and live this life that's all I knew |
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Was to hustle day and night stack my chips and rub this ice |
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That's a playa's life ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh |
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[Verse 2] |
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Double r's and movie stars wanna know who we are |
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Quarter million dollar cars in six car garage |
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It's like a mirage when you step out on the deck |
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All I wanted was the best so I built the rest |
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And iced the neck then I spiced the deck with swimming pools and hot tubs |
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Private flights to met cico puerto rico peruvian flakes |
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Metro rap cakes that I'm getting for eight |
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I'm straight don't use it never do I touch |
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I put this 40 carrots and diamonds and get them crushed |
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Lost the fourtune and fame I'm pushing the caine |
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When the fourtune put us stressed to get the fourtune I gained |
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And still remain the same nigga swerving the lanes |
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With a cup full of crushed ice pouring the champagne |
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Smoking the dank while I'm holding a drank |
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West coast my motto toting all the dank tycoon |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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I be a star to those who supposed to be hoes |
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But only hoes like those in skirts in tight cloths |
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And those a dealers played out with kangols |
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Had troppaz so I swooped up the range rolls |
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Got better hoes gucci sweater cloths |
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And went from V.S.O.P. to X.O. |
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From quarter karats to cares girlfriend |
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Then marriage with a baby to cherish |
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And a mansion for my parents |
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Timex to Rolex all gold to diamonds |
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Now I "Bling Bling" like Cash Money cause I'll be shining |
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My broad stays smothered down |
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And Victoria's Secret from a disc to her ass crack |
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Right price to peeping in all |
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I'm not a pimp I just live when I walk |
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Karl Kani boxers is fence because of my deal with warlock |
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Staking lobsters from pork chops |
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From pissing on lingers and knolies |
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To pissing criss down at the yacht tycoon |
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[Chorus] |
