| What, what what, what, huh
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| Huh, huh, big tymers, huh
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| Better act like you know it I be comin wit it And you saw wayne from a distance in the expedition
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| Im on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, thats h-o-t
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| Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater
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| Slippin tal in your drawers, hot boy ______
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| Get up, cardion, lobster regular
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| And you can call me on my cell-ular, what?
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| Celebrate and pop the don p Beep, thats me that drop the funk beat, uh uh Me and lil travis stunn hard off less my daddy grab it I got a roley on my wrist with 10 karats
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| And ima shine but Im still bout blastin, huh?
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| Nigga rollin short about paper
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| Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the vator
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| Im a superstar (star), money makin pimp
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| Up in the double r ®, just me and slim
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| Im getting cheesed by the milk stackin cake, boy
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| Cash money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?
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| Dont hate me, baby cause Im beautiful 3x
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| How you luv that, playboy?
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| We go lights, action, camera
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| We here to hammer ya Go ask pamela or your baby momma lil tamera
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| Feel like a samurai or zorro
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| Rich niggas dont borrow
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| Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow
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| Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat
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| While we make a meal, rhymin in and out of beat
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| Am I to see shit? |
| dont even look for it, its way off
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| Concerts sellin out like chicago bulls playoffs
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| So stay off the ground cause its dangerous, whoa-ty
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| Too many riches, these bitches dont, wont hang with us, whoa-ty
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| Its a gang of us, whoa-ty
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| You see one everywhere you go, aint no thang with us, whoa-ty
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| You get it either it show
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| We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom
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| With hoes countin money and giving niggas head, room
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| So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere
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| Somebody gettin hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin shit somewhere,
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| Playboy
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| Dont hate me, baby cause Im beautiful
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| These flashy cars aint new to yall
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| Dont hate me, baby cause Im beauiful
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| These flasy cars aint new to yall, playboy
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| I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black hummer
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| I scored that last summer
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| But this year playboy, Im gonna stretch that motherfucker
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| I bought a yukon for my main bitch with my newborn
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| Pictures of other ol ladies suckin on my dick
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| While you be loving the stupid bitch
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| Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something
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| These hoes been giving me they pussy like it aint nothing
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| Going to the club with 10 gs and a bar tab thats all on baby
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| Lettin these hoes and niggas drank for free
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| Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on cash money
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| Well heres another case, where this hoe sprayed mace in my face
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| Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate
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| Tellin me I think my shit dont stank cause I got a benz, a hummer, a lexus
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| And a penthouse that say «hoe hater»
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| With tatoos with number one stunner
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| With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm
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| Bitches be lovin this gold grill, homey
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| I spent 20 gs on my earrings, homey
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| Nigga, I aiint met a nigga who could drop a beat like fresh
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| And I aint met a nigga that could out shine me See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters
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| Now playboy, these hoes be lovin these cash money niggas |