| Went and copped an Audi, gotta go and get it detailed
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| Drive don’t depreciate the value of the resale (Yeah, yeah)
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| Still talkin' that shit in this mother like we Ezell
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| Hold up, mothership flow, bring the funk back (Funk back)
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| This for my young heads, my real ones and old blacks (My old blacks)
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| This for my nasty niggas askin' where the hoes at? |
| (Where the hoes?)
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| This gon' be the break, we stop and make 'em do the soul clap
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate, hey)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate
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| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar
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| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama)
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| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas)
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| I want the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas)
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| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar
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| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama)
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| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas)
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| I want the checks with the commas on commas
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| I need them dollars
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| Run me my half or I’ll put a hole in your wallet
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| Cold case on my waist, you don’t want these problems
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| Bank called, said they runnin' out of commas, that’s on my mama
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| I’m steady mobbin', posted up 'til I reach my profit
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| Margin, cash money, nine-nine and two thousand
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| Hustler, don’t you hear my stomach growlin'?
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| Bitch, I’m 'bout it, I’m hungry
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| So I need them tender greens spillin' off my plate
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| Cash on delivery, bitch, I raise the stakes
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| You would hate what I fuckin' make
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| Just to pop out and I don’t even show my face, oh yeah
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| To count it all, gon' take about a minute
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| Don’t claim the gang, ho, if you know you not with it
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| Marijuana scented, windows tinted
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| Keep it low 'cause you know these niggas can’t wait to print it, oh yeah
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| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar
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| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama)
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| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas)
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| I want the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas)
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| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar
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| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama)
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| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas)
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| I want the checks with the commas on commas
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| Dollars (Hey), dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate, hey)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
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| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate
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| They said we wouldn’t have shit
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| Wouldn’t last if it was up to white Jesus
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| Niggas started to believe it, started birthin' and bleedin' it
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| Oh, the lies y’all sold us, um
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| This poor love of ours, this gospel we sing
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| This little shine of mine
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| I’m gon' let it eat me up, I’m gon' let it kill me
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| Gon' let it fuck me up 'til I’m leanin'
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| 'Til I’m fiendin', 'til I’m feelin' better, wow
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| I kinda feel better now
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| 'Cause I got it now
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| For me, for him, for her
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| For my grandmama who had to pick cotton
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| And my granddaddy who got lashed at, then laughed at
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| Who you turned your back on, who you took your turn on for massah
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| I’m sorry, I’m kind of violent now
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| Fuckin' tired now
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| Don’t mean to disturb your peace
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| Just needed a little piece of what you got when I helped you out for massah
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| Y’all got me hot now
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| Not asking for permission, came back to see what’s good now
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| Niggas buyin' dreams by the pound, only real niggas sellin'
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| Only real niggas feel your fear
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| It’s nice I’ll frighten you
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| It’s nice l’ve inspired you
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| To look, to think, to act like me
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| Little old me?
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| Little old me came back to say
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| We made it |