| Futuristic cars, futuristic clothes, futuristic girls
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| Get the dick and go crazy, I’m always meeting those ballistic girls
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| Young fly nigga, they always told me I’d kiss the girls
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| And make them cry, say goodnight to the bad guy
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| I’m outta this world
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| They be thinking I’m crazy, they be thinkin I’m outta my mind
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| I be smoking that loud pack, it costs 500 that’s an ounce at a time
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| Doin' P85, and a tall glass of Henessey with no
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| Nah I don’t really mess with stocks, still invest in blocks
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| Pappi hitting with the low price
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| Niggas still up and down with the coke price
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| Got the pipeline all the way to H-town
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| All I gotta do is get em back north, I see my bitch roundtrip on the greyhound
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| See I just gotta get paid, this the game that a lot of us played
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| One way in, no way out
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| Boss niggas always gotta get paid
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| I’m known around in these streets for
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| Gettin' after that money
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| All the niggas I roll with
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| Gettin' after that money
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| Been grinding like a pair of bad bricks
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| Gettin' after that money
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| I wear a Rolex with a grill face
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| Gettin' after that money
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| See me dressed in designer clothes
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| Gettin' after that money
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| Always fuck with the finest hoes
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| Gettin' after that money
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| Grip and grain in the newest cars
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| Gettin' after that money
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| This the life of ghetto superstars
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| Gettin' after that money
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| Born in '87, car from '87, means I’m ridin in a classic
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| Remember sledgin used to have the Mac 11
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| Down 11 nigga have it
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| Nowadays Im into gettin paid
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| My nigga gettin moneys not a habit
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| And the only question they askin: If I’m payin with paper or plastic
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| 911 look drastic
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| OG Kush on my fabric
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| Whip look like it do magic
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| Lots of bread in my cabinent
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| Been rolling up since I was younger
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| Stack? |
| were spendin in the summer
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| Shittin on you niggas, need a plumber
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| Clean up after niggas when Im done
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| Niggas talkin shit it go in one ear
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| Roll some weed it come out the other
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| Goin to the crib I be work hard
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| Roll some weed and come out another
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| Just me and Bo, trees rolled, blowing some of that mary jane
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| Sipping some of that Bombay, all my niggas rep Taylor Gang |