| Ha, I’m, so cool, yeah ***
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| Stand one, blow one ***, Birdman
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| I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want
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| 'Til they come get us ***
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| You feel me? |
| We gon' chase it 'til we can’t chase it no more
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| So y’all might as well eat this food ***
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| And it got to be the best of the best
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| One, come one shorty, get with me ***
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| See I, ride when I gotta, grind 'cause I gotta
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| Milk this game 'til it’s sour
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| Why I gotta do the Backstreets when it’s hotter
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| Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
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| The tool yellin' like, holla, you heard me?
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| Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
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| You try join him, I can help you with that
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| I’m important in rap but I’m special with gats
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| You know the young God bless you in fact
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| Like you sneezed or somethin'
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| Even with a stack of money in they hand
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| They ain’t squeezin' nothin', I’m Weezy f*** it
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| Leave a motherf***** wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
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| And I don’t ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
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| And as for money, watch the young God turn cash to money
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| 'Cause that’s him
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| Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s***
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| We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich
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| The cops on my trail so my track I switch
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| See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this
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| Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s***
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| We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich
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| The cops on my trail so my track I switch
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| See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this
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| Yeah, pimpin', there’s some fraud 'round here
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| N**** better stop hatin' before they disappear
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| I see the same ol' ***
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| And pop the same ol' *** 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
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| Disrespect that Nolia dogg
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| Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
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| And make a n**** understand
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| When you f***** with a soldier with the grandmaster plan ***
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| I’m tryin' to make a few millions
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| Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
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| And go and raise my children
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| Got it on my mind, that’s the way a n**** livin'
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| I bring ya back '84
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| *** game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' ***
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| 'Cause we was doin' it dogg
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| Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
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| Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s***
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| We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich
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| The cops on my trail so my track I switch
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| See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this
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| Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s***
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| We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich
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| The cops on my trail so my track I switch
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| See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this
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| Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
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| And I’m hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
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| And plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
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| But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
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| And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
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| Like the strings on the guitar
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| And see you, you with that bull*** that’s leave way to the door
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| Only to cut off the lights, goodnight
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| Look, it’s Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
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| Every n**** uptown gotta have they tool on
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| Yeah, and they Birdman’d down
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| N**** represent the bling 'cause I hold my own crown n****
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| That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em ***
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| The only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
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| And go and get some more dough, ***
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| Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s***
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| We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich
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| The cops on my trail so my track I switch
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| See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this
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| Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s***
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| We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich
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| The cops on my trail so my track I switch
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| See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this
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| Birdman, made man ***
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| Yeah, that’s how it’s goin' diggity ***
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| Give anything in between
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| If you in the line of duty n**** you got your issue, n****, feel me? |
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