| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Flyer than the boy in the Carolina Blue
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| Before the bald head, team red who knew?
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| Trigga trife OG nigga soo woo
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| Can’t forget Jah and Bang they our blood brothers too
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| 3 birds in the drawer I am in the zone
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| Went from selling raw now I’m selling tours, gone
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| Out the hood out ya league fuck it don’t play
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| I put the paws on you like Lil Scrappy
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| Beating up the beat, heating up the street
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| I’m on another level nigga you cannot compete
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| Ain’t no competition man these other niggas weak
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| And they catch feelings like the women that I meet
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| And they all say that I’m charming cool with it
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| And it don’t help that my smile too crooked
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| And just not to mention that my styles too jiggy
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| Troy Ave mother fucker I’m from New York City
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks
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| On the West, Gangstas still real as fuck
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| Where I’m from a hundred thousand like a million bucks
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| Old faggot ass police tryna kill my buzz
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| No disrespect to God but in a bill I trust
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| On the real I bust, til a mil I touch
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| Knew exactly what to buy I had to feel that rush
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| Status symbol every single steering wheel I push
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| Damn near snapped a bitch neck let her feel that thrust
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| Bought a 7-foot safe I’m tryna fill that up
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| Reinvest in real estate I’m tryna live like Puff
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| Slap a rapper go to jail I guess I’ll live like Puff
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| All ready, all petty jewelry get tucked
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| All Chevys get cut, then I lift the bitch up
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| Candy paint by the grill, leather seats in the guts
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| Ever been through a raid, keep your wrists out them cuffs
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| Lost a zone in the toilet I had to master the flush
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks
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| They got millionaire tastes with a happy meal budget
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| While I fead my whole team thats a million mother fuckers
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| Use to serve my nigga pop, he my number one customer
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| Lord forgive me for my sins, ain’t no pride was a hustler
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| One day I’ll touch a lot, but for now I touch a little
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| They dreaming bout a mil stomach still touching my ribs
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| Took chance after chance risked it all its all at stake
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| Get in my way get ate fuck it we now want a steak
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| Said fuck it took some chickens you want beef I bring the herd
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| (?) in that paper, give a damn thats my word
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| No pork on my fork still go ham with the yam
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| Patty cake your bakers man, whip it fast just like Cam
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| If its dry you gone lose, sell it fast as you can
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| Million rubberbands, fill 'em up, thats the plan
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| But the past thats the past, presently I’m up like fuck
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| Pull up in a million bucks looking like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks
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| Ohh, okay then if its money I’m way in
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| Told light skin (?) if he frontin' that ain’t him
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| (?) for my Js and move rocks like cavemen
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| Most hoes be chasin' once I pose with the Mase grin
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| It’s ya last chance, dance floor lets dance
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| Inside my sweatpants no less than 10 bands
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| Chick had to choose I was always the best man
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| Have more loose spaceships than Jetson
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| I’m just saying you you, you ain’t I
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| I shoot, the aim high
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| Got coupe but can’t drive
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| My shoes be AI, my crew you wave hi
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| Okay ma, take these two now say bye
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| Slow down son your killin' 'em
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| Bring them dimes in, let me see if I’m feelin' 'em
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| Leather bomber, fur collar, Chinchillin' 'em
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| Been a monster, few commas, hundred millin' 'em
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks
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| Get money
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| Like a million bucks |