| Oh you thought I wasn’t coming back with this one right here huh?
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| Haha
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| Mr. Hood!
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| Look
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| It go
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| Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cash at?
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| (Hey where the cash?)
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| Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cash at?
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| (Hey where the cash?)
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| Where the cash at?
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| (Hey, where the cash?)
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| Where the cash at?
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| (Hey, where the cash?)
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| Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cash?
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| Okay see, ain’t nothing funny boy them dollars keep coming
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| Okay I got a lot of money
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| Ain’t shit changed, big face hundreds
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| Pinky and the Brain, triple black cars
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| Bitch you know the name
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| Mister Hood lover, supermodel brains
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| Kicking down the door, give me what I came for
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| Checking with my shooters, blow a hole in your Kangol
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| They some barracudas, and I’m up with the cash flow
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| They some assholes
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| I think I’m Castro, I think I’m Scarface
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| Blowing money fast, Ricky Rose'
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| Big fire with me, up in the parleyed
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| Hey knock, knock, bang, bang, bitch I’m past that
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| Hey wait a minute, bitch I think I had a relapse
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| Don’t jack my money I ain’t asking where the cash at
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| Pull out that chopper, make you wonder where your legs at
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| Hold up wait doctor better ask him where your meds at
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| Where the cash at? |
| Better have that
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| Super money shit, now can you smell that?
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| I’m on my grizzle, trying to make a milli'
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| Duffle full of money, more off in my denims
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| That’s brown paper, only thing I’m chasing
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| Money over bitches, that’s just in my nature
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| Coming for my moula, I’m sharp with that eraser |