| Uh huh, huh
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| Uh huh, huh (yeah)
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| Uh huh, huh, huh, huh
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| Huh, huh (Chamillitary, hold up)
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| Uh huh, huh
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| Uh huh, huh (yeah, Chamillitary mayne)
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| Uh huh, huh, huh. |
| huh
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| When I empty my pockets out, all they see is G’s
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| So these groupies think they gonna get that alphabet from me
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| So many cars I lost count, so you can count for me
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| 7, 8, 9, you’ll be countin for another week
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| When I let the top down, they gonna feel a breeze
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| Wanna feel that Mother Nature, so they wanna ride with me
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| Naw, I ain’t tryna talk, they say that talk is cheap
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| And I got a million dollar mouthpiece and this game gonna cost a fee
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| Man, I ain’t trippin about these broads, we’ve been makin this pimpin look easy
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| I «Slick Pulla» (what?), kinda like dude that’s messin with Jeezy
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| I hit that switch and we movin on up just like George Jefferson’s Weezie (yeah)
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| Alarm goin off, (what?), that means my baby needs me
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| I’m «ghost ridin' in my whip», kinda like Keak Sneak and E-Pheezy
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| The top be goin down, like it’s tryna sexually please me
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| I’m gonna turn on the radio, but I’m not gonna pop in the CD
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| Cause they playin my song (what?), like I was havin sex with the PD
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| I’m ridin with a star and banana, bustas better believe me
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| The star is my chick, the banana is my clip and you see where
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| All got expensive cars, won’t allow a jacker to see me
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| I ride with bananas and shells like Mario and Luigi
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| You know I stay poppin up like a genie, those be the Lamborghini
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| The «top down low» like T.I. |
| Jeezy, Dro, Big Kuntry, and B. G
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| Then I pop that trunk and I let it up just so a hater can read me
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| I got the streets and that’s regardless of what you see on TV
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| Hang my left hand out the window, it’s gonna get really breezy
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| Right now I’m so hot, I’m so on fire, sub-zero couldn’t freeze me
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| Get another plaque, then I’mma go back and party like it’s my b-day
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| March 27th, Ultimate Victory, who’s ever with me, hey
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| I get such a good feeling, cause you’re right by my side
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| And I’m grippin on that wood wheel, askin it to be mine
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| I get such a good feeling, cause you’re with me for life
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| And I’m forever on the grind, cause money stay on my mind
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| I get such a good feeling, when you’re right by my side
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| And I’m grippin on that wood wheel, askin it to be mine
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| I get such a good feeling, I cannot be denied
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| Cause I’m forever on the grind, money stay on my mind
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| Yeah |