| Richer than the richest
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| More money, bitches
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| Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas
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| So what do you do, young lady? |
| One hundred
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| I am on a 24-hour champagne diet
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| Spillin' while I’m sippin', I encourage you to try it
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| I’m probably just saying that 'cause I don’t have to buy it
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| The club owner supply it, boy I’m on that fly shit
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| I am what everybody in my past don’t want me to be
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| Guess what? |
| I made it, I’m the mutha fuckin' man, I just want you to see
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| Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin' on me
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| Don’t come around and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on E
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| I, I, I, I’m on my Disney shit, Goofy flow
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| On records, I’m Captain Hook, and my new car is Roofio
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| Damn, where my roof just go, I’m somebody that you should know
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| Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that’s what Drumma produced it for
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| Yes I make mistakes that I don’t ever make excuses for
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| Like leavin' girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
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| I’m losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go?
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| Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl
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| I got em
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| They can’t help it, and I can’t blame 'em
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| Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
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| I’m gettin' it in, letting these bills fall
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| All over your skin
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| I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
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| Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
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| Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
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| (Cash money millionaire, yo, yo)
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| Got money to blow
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| Richer than the richest
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| We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business
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| Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird
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| Hit the Gucci store and later get served
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| We smoked out with no roof on it
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| Them people passin', so we smash 'em
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| Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck
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| Lamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V Set
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| Louie lens iced up with the black diamonds
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| Car of the year, Ferrari, the new Spider
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| No lie, I’m higher than I ever been
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| Born rich, born uptown, born to win
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| Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
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| Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in
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| Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up
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| Can’t stop me, more money, burn 'em up
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| They can’t help it, and I can’t blame 'em
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| Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
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| I’m gettin' it in
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| Letting these bills fall all over your skin
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| I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
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| Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
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| Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
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| Come to VIP and get a champagne shower
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| I don’t have to worry because everything ours
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| And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane’s flowers
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| That kush, I promise that’s my doobie
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| We don’t smoke that Reggie Bush
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| And I’m with two women, make you take a second look
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| We poppin' like champagne bottles, but we never shook
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| And we goin' be alright if we put Drake on every hook
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| They can’t help it, and I can’t blame 'em
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| Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
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| I’m gettin' it in
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| Letting these bills fall all over your skin
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| I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
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| Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
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| Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Got money to blow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hug Da Block , by - Birdman. Song from the album Fast Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп