| You gotta known how to have fun when you gettin' these checks man
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| Nah, I’mma put this on your camera
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| You need… I’m bout to tell you right now
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| Tell me what I need
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| Tity Boi, Tity Boi
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| You need to tell Cris, gon' let you go
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| Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eating
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| We having fun, we just doing stuff, we don’t even care about
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| (Go get my shit)
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| Young Money, we care
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| If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be
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| A lot of dudes in the game, including me
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| We was smoking that gas in '03
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| Was gon' sell a few bags to Lil Fee
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| Couple years removed from HBs
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| Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z
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| I went to Eastover before Katrina
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| Remember going to Magic riding in my Bimmer
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| And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin' and singin'
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| And I was slanging the Ps and smoking nigga like Newport
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| Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts
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| And then I went on tour and recorded songs on your tour bus
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| And that was '08
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| That’s the first time I met Drake
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| When I hit your cup with that drank
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| Had a nigga stomach like, «Wait, wait wait, wait», mm
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| You relocated to MIA
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| You told me, «Shawty this where I stay»
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| I came down to pay a visit
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| You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin'
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| And you, you wasn’t dippin'
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| Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant
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| Ridin' off in the Phantom and Mr. G he was driving
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| Pumpin' that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding
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| I told you that I was rappin', told you I wasn’t writing
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| You said Luda was foolish because he wasn’t excited
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| That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci
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| You said, «You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy
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| I did», T, Fuke, Marley Marl, shining like Armor Oil
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| You can ask Mack, I was YM ‘fore all of y’all
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| Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny
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| In this world you either selling or you buying
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| You tatted your face and changed the culture
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| You screamed «Suu whoop» and them gangstas loved you
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| You bought a Bugatti so you can flex
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| And most of the bad bitches your ex
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| Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly
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| «Duffle Bag» video, we shot that bitch on Godby
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| You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate
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| They said it ain’t about stylin', what they tryna kick knowledge?
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| Duffle Bag Boys, yeah I can’t forget Dolla
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| And going to get the money is some words that I follow
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| I swallowed my pride, smoking endo outside
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| Straight from ColleGrove, I’m reporting live
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
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| That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg |