| Yeah, dolla dolla bill ya’ll
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| But it was all about the skilled thug
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| Got those to pay bills
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| Thrills beef off the cheap
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| Microphone be in they grills, they can hardly speak
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| I said pardon me darling, golly it’s me
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| Offspring of benevolence, author rings
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| Heaven sent since the starving?
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| Artiste over these heartbeats
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| Kiss, claps, then dunkadadunkada
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| Make the stiff relax
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| Take a whiff like piff in bags
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| Take a pic of that
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| School class, whip in a Jag
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| In the slow lane coasting so the memories last
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| Brand new assembly, sweet ensemble
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| Led by the BL, need I remind you
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| Show a don what a don do
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| Bullet lines without a?
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| Gettin paid with a round blue Thomas
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| Got two watches on the wrist like Swatches
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| Swap me profits
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| Pockets on swell like a salt is sold
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| But only four wallets though
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| Wall it all over then
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| If this is hell, let me get my mills
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| And they say money makes the world go
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| Down a drain in a spiraling circle
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| But that’s for lames
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| Ask a name and you know what she did
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| After she came back outta they gain
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| After the fame came glorious days in the shade
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| While I bask in the sunshine blinding my face
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| Faded, famous
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| At the? |
| show’s latest
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| Guest list long as the Bay
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| Paid in full
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| Playing fake in the front
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| High as fuck without a pedestal
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| Smoother than a pedicure
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| Cooler than a monk blunt lit ya up in this bitch drunk
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| Excuse the French, put em up
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| Pardon French
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| Lookin for a Persian to park my piece in
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| Up in the Middle East region code
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| Put a DVD on and doze into the Next Episode
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| Uhh… I got checks to throw
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| Cuz if they don’t make dollars than they don’t make (shit)
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| No sense to holla for a show date
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| At the crib watching A-Rod slide into home base
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| Order in take out, but rarely eat the whole plate
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| Bumping Johnson, taste the green for me
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| Full metal steez, oh and me so (horny)
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| Serving up chili so in the morning
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| Porn fiend used to read books but it’s boring
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| Born kind though, freely scribes the new me
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| Four course four times a day
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| Grubbing, grubbing
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| Grunge queen
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| The only chick I know who really bumps Bun B up
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| Before we break let’s get one thing straight: the money
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| Making sure my company’s comfy, you know
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| The planet Earth is blue, blue, blue, blue, blue… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money , by - Blu & Exile. Song from the album Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп