| Money comin' in
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| Money comin' in
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| Money comin' in
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| Oh
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| I love this shit
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| Hella drugs and shit
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| Her pussy so tight, made the rubber rip
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| Real D-boy, I got a dub to flip
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| And the coke so clean, I don’t cut the shit
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| I’m young, fuck your life
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| I got a hundred lights
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| I got a dirty ass bottle and a cup of ice
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| When it’s dry in the city then I up the price
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| Why you got a gun on you if you tuck your ice
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| I took all fifty but one was light
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| When you ridin' like this then you run the lights
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| I’m in the H-Town, I miss Mr. Niice
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| The good die young, you better live your life
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| Now I’m back in the city where the shit don’t stop
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| I’m a blow the house up 'til my shit get popped
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| My stomach get to hurtin' when the shit get lost
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| We do the touchdown dance when we get it across
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| Two girls in my S-Class
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| Twenty pack in the black bag
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| Hundred grand in my backpack
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| Yeah, we get real trap money, fuck a rap check
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| Dog, I don’t ever wanna be broke again
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| I take two big puffs and I hold it in
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| I’m on the Golden Gate Bridge on my way to Marin
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| I been in the game, I just pray that I win
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| Ridin round with the burner
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| I’m with Berner
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| Ridin round with the bags on me
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| 'Bout to serve 'em
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| Got all these blue Benjimans
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| Money on my mind like a pair of shades
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| Grind all week, I ain’t slept for days
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| Paper routes, I know many ways
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| I got plenty traffic, no need for waze
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| Stay prayed, get paid, hustler made
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| My money too dirty, I need a maid
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| Broke boys talk down, throwin' shade
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| But real hustlers are never fake
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| High grade twist up like a braid
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| My money keep comin' like porn star
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| Tight grip, mine sharp as a blade
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| I got all the game like a sports bar
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| For the money I go real far
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| I gotta get it today, I’m not promised tomorrow
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| Look for it, I don’t beg or borrow
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| I’m worried about mine, homie, not about your’s
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| Wake and bake and get straight to the cake
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| Never talk down on the next man
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| Never ever do it for the Gram
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| Nah, stackin' up bread is the game plan
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| This light up like an ambulance
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| Satellite plant got my eyes on slant
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| 28k stashed in my pants
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| And I keep my mind on bands, baby
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| Ridin round with the burner
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| I’m with Berner
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| Ridin round with the bags on me
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| 'Bout to serve 'em
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| Got all these blue Benjimans
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| Yeah
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| Money keep comin' in
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| Put it in mattress
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| Not in a pipe though
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| Fuckin' an actress
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| I’m the new graduate
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| Yeah, that’s how we actin' now
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| She want some Cookie, Lean, and Molly
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| Now dat bitch passin' out
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| I got that flame with me
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| Like I stay in the dragon house
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| Remember the Bando
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| Trappin' that gas out the boarded house
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| I might supply them ounces
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| Beat the pot, Ronda Rousey
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| Feel like I’m on the mountain
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| I’m a rich nigga
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| No, they can’t doubt me
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| Ridin round with the burner
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| I’m with Berner
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| Ridin round with the bags on me
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| 'Bout to serve 'em
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| Got all these blue Benjimans
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| Yeah
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| Money comin' in
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| Ridin round with the burner
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| I’m with Berner
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| Ridin round with the bags on me
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| 'Bout to serve 'em
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| Got all these blue Benjimans
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| Yeah, I earn 'em
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| Yeah
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| Money comin' in
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
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| That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |