| Been hustlin' my whole life
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| But I always wondered…
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| If you ain’t gotta car…
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| Can you still car pool or do you gotta catch the bus?
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| Shit ain’t right baby
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| Frontin' on a player
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| I told you once neva talk down on a playa bitch
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| We from the bay, what the fuck you expect?
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| Yeah
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| We gonna let you know the truth
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don’t even drive
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| Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| And these are playboy times
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| See we can kick it like a field goal
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| And you can tell the way I dress freak I’m straight outta Fill’Moe
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| I talk shit like a real pro
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| Man on the casino
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| Tell me that I’m fresh ho
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| I drive by like a drive by
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| Freak hit me with a text got mad I didn’t reply
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| I dip fast down the skyline
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| And you can say I swim fast if you knew a zodiac sign
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| I wear suits and boots and gold cufflinks
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| You ain’t feelin' me? |
| Then tell me what your girl think
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| I put a vision that will spit on H. D
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| Then I give a receipt man for the pay fee
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| Now it’s way past two
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| I say «Whatcha gonna do? |
| Are you goin' with her?»
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| She said «I'm comin' wit you»
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| And yeah you can check my purse
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| But at seven I gotta go to work
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don’t even drive
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| Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| And these are playboy times
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| Ya think it’s funny Imma warn ya
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| I been standin' on the corner of Polk and California
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| When the cops drive by they get every fly guy with a female all up in the ride
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| I drive cars that look like spaceships
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| I hit Broadway like I’m Joe Namath
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| I’m all in your ear just like a cell phone baby or a Blue Tooth
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| Give me all your big loot
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| My number is 4−1-5 check it 5−5-5
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| Fifty five, fifty five
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| You a dime
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| And now click your heels like Dorothy
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| And duck down freak from the authority
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| You make more money than the majority
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| I’m lookin' at my calendar you’re goin' on tour with me
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| I think you could straight absorb me
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| And she didn’t hesitate to open up the door for me
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don’t even drive
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| Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| And these are playboy times
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| I’m on a legendary crime spree
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| And I stick to all the rules of the game that designed me
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| You can hit the clubs and be a broke bitch
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| Man all that work bitch eatin on tuna fish
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| I flash cash when I ride like a bike gang
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| I throw a turnout all on a flight mane
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| This freak is straight outta sight mane
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| Make money to the early light mane
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| I go shopping like a budget don’t apply to me
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| And when I spend I’m like a Menace II Society
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| I like that style, what’s the variety?
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| Check in the back, baby please don’t lie to me
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| Gimme all the colors you can brang out
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| Cuz Imma be where all the girls hang out
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| Diamond chains on the playboys bang out
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| You might like to be where we make it rain out
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don’t even drive
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| Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
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| Bitch you got a 9 to 5
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| And these are playboy times |