| Uh, a dollar and a dream
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| Get it by any means
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| Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
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| Hard work, it was once a dream
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| Won it all my nigga, I’m all about the cream
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| From nothing to something
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| Nothing to something
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| Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
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| Nothing to something
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| From nothing to something
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| How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it
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| From nothing to something (yea)
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| To frequently stuntin' (yea)
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| Used to diss me now them bitches be easily fuckin'
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| No use for the bucket, I’m whippin' a Phantom
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| Still I know who get it cheap out of Little Havana
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| Keep it caution niggas, know who be talkin' bananas
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| Watch you block up, give a fuck if you holdin' umbrellas
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| Watch the niggas you around cause motherfuckin' jealous
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| Pillow talkin' with them bitches could be repercussions
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| No pity for weak, we playin' for keeps
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| Put feet on the Jeep and ride with that piece on the seat
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| No sleep when it’s beef here, don’t trust the whole from the streets
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| Niggas set you up and act like they one of your peeps
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| I got it from nothing, to money your bundles
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| Don’t give a fuck if niggas owe me a couple of hundred
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| I need that, I’m talkin' asap
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| Got this shit off the muscle, I’m talkin' way back
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| Little Frangle you niggas, bitches you hatin' ass
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| Only reason I come through stuntin' with paper tags
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| Yellow diamonds be shining, know how to pay back
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| You niggas boring, I whipped the foreign, it’s 8 spac
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| A dollar and a dream
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| Get it by any means
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| Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
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| Hard work, it was once a dream
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| Won it all my nigga, I’m all about the cream
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| From nothing to something
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| Nothing to something
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| Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
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| Nothing to something
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| From nothing to something
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| How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it
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| Chasing that money still to church on the Sunday
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| Hustling foreigns, upgrade you swagger from bummy
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| Still got that pistol tucked by the waist and the tummy
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| Fucking these bitches, still they can’t get nothing from me
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| Rolling on 4G idles and move to the paper
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| Let the wrist, ain’t got the window to fuck up a hater
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| Let’s get 'em pissed, look at my latest bitch
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| You will think Beyonce ride with me at the wheel
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| Bitch we the business, couple million
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| Swimmin' in fuck what you think or you feelin'
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| Hustle hard, so potent with balls
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| Still whippin' them cars, don’t know what’s in the garage
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| I’m rich yay, crib got a few in the made
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| She cook what I crave, wake up to water and waves
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| It’s boos livin', pimpin', you in it or not
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| Whole team balling, bitches you fuckin' or not?
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| Rollie on me, got more cracks than a crack-head
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| 26's on the chicas in Bali
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| I got what I needed, consistently dreamin'
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| Lookin' at hustler dog if you never seen it
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| A dollar and a dream
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| Get it by any means
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| Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
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| Hard work, it was once a dream
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| Won it all my nigga, I’m all about the cream
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| From nothing to something
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| Nothing to something
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| Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
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| Nothing to something
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| From nothing to something
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| How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing to Something , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Starvation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп