| Feel like somebody is plottin' on me, yeahhh-uhh
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| (M-M-M-M-Money Musik)
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| Uhh-uhh
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| Somebody is followin' me
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| Somebody is plottin' on me
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| Huhh-uhh
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| Every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is plottin' on me
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| And every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is followin' me
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| But this forty on my lap
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| If I shoot it in your face
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| Then I bet this lil' nigga ain’t followin' me
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| Every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is plottin' on me (Yeah)
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| It just feel somebody is plottin' on me, yeah
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| It just feel like someone constantly watching me
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| Came up, now I’m poppin', duckin' paparazzi
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| Please don’t get too close, if you sneeze I’m gon' squeeze
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| You can’t catch me lackin', bitch, I’m always packin'
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| Go ask your dawg what happen
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| Wait, he ain’t know what happen
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| We just pulled up, started snappin' like a audience, we clappin'
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| Watch these bodies start collapsin'
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| Body bagged up in the ambulance
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| My stick got no safety, make sure I’m gon' get home safely
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| And I know the police hate me
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| And my opps, they wanna take me
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| Keep it on me daily, that’s for sure, that’s not a maybe
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| I can’t even trust my lady, swear it got me going brazy, yeah
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| Every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is plottin' on me
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| And every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is followin' me
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| But this forty on my lap
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| If I shoot it in your face
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| Then I bet this lil' nigga ain’t followin' me
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| Every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is plottin' on me (Yeah)
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| I was walkin' through my ends
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| Checked a couple of my mans
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| I got bagged, I guess the police was followin' me (They were watchin' me)
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| I couldn’t hit the dash, but these other niggas mad
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| Probably 'cause their girlfriends be followin' me (They be followin' me)
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| These niggas hatin'
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| He was plottin', I spotted it like Dalmatians
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| Nigga, find a placement
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| I’m aimin' for that face, there’s no below the waist shit (Ba-bap)
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| And these fuck boys gonna get it, just be patient (Bap)
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| Money comin', I’m a pharmacist, got patients (Got patients)
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| Trappin' be a hobby
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| Could care less about a day shift (Fuck a day shift)
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| And if this nigga really followin' me (Followin' me)
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| I’ll turn around and all these sparks is all he’s gon' see (Ba-ba-bap)
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| [Chorus: K Money &
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| K Money & Casper TNG
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| Every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is plottin' on me
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| And every time I walk through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is followin' me
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| But this forty on my lap
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| If I shoot it in your face
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| (Ba-ba-bap!)
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| Then I bet this lil' nigga
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| ain’t followin' me
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| Every time I walk
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| through my ends
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| It just feel like somebody is
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| plottin' on me
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| (Yeah)
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| Outro: Casper TNG]
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| (M-M-M-M-Money Musik)
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| It just feel like somebody is followin' me, ohh
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| K Money, Cas, ooh
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| Gang |