| Mmmhmmm, alright
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| Chamillitary mayne
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| Mmmhmmm, the money’s calling me Everybody knows how I feel about my bank
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| Some say I’m heartless, but y’all know I ain’t
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| Don’t have no problems, as long as you’re keeping it G The money’s calling me Yeah, I could have went Hollywood, but I stayed trill and remained true
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| Still riding them big blades that I slide on when I skate through
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| Ever told me you hate haters, well guess what, that makes two
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| Cause nowadays he got paid,
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| You girl want me to serve pipe, got pa’tners on their third strike
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| And they going for they fourth, it’s like they know they wanna serve life
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| Got pa’tners that life and got pa’tners that for life
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| No longer beefing with Mike Jones, but I still murder mics
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| City where you from, you made it from the slum
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| Now they’re acting like you over, you’ve gotta give ‘em some
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| Park your Caddy in the sun
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| They didn’t know you did it, but they’ll always be some people getting mad
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| about your digits
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| They boys that never did it, disrespecting what you’ve done
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| Got some ladies catching feelings, tryn’a be your number one
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| Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
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| But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come
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| I be like, let’s go get it Let’s go get it I drop it out no acting timid
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| I’m like, let’s go get it Let’s go get it I drop the top, then turn up the so they can feel it
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| I’m like, let’s go get it Let’s go get it Looking at my watch, time is money, so I’m counting minutes
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| Got the world on your back, know the pressure weigh a ton
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| But we keep on running on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come
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| Can’t sidetrack these lying cats
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| Tryn’a make me take a straight loss
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| He say he got them birdies, told ‘em I don’t even play golf
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| Completely different sport, they got me balling, practise paid off
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| Step back and hit that switch, it’s like, there’s no blocking my J, dawg
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| Got diamonds in my chain, celly going «rang rang»
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| Look down inside my dough make sure I’ve got my Kirko Bang Bang
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| And I ain’t talking 'bout car bass
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| See how fast your heart race
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| And I keep it ghetto boy, but please don’t end up with a scar-face
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| I twist in that little key, and then start my car up Before noon, I flip mode, then registers at Starbucks
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| Don’t talk much, I talk math, don’t subtract, let’s add
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| Gold Roley and, your accessories
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| Go count ones, then check twice, just get it right, don’t guess though
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| I hope the money ain’t short dawg, cause I never settle for less ho A big salute to my congregation, we get dollars no Money pockets with money in them is always part of my dress code
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| City where you from, you made it from the slum
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| Now they’re acting like you over, you’ve gotta give ‘em some
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| Park your Caddy in the sun
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| They didn’t know you did it, but they’ll always be some people getting mad
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| about your digits
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| They boys that never did it, disrespecting what you’ve done
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| Got some ladies catching feelings, tryn’a be your number one
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| Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
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| But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come
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| I be like, let’s go get it, alright
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| Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright
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| Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright
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| Looking at my watch, time is money, so I’m counting minutes
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| Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
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| But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come
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| They ain’t hustling the same as me, alright
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| The money’s calling me We ain’t worried 'bout a thing, cause we, alright
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| Grinding so hard they can’t believe
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| They ain’t really who they claim to be, alright
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| All this money’s never changing me Loyalty is everything to me, alright
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| And that’s why, I’m staying suckerfree
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| City where you from, you made it from the slum
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| Now they’re acting like you over, you’ve gotta give ‘em some
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| Park your Caddy in the sun
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| They didn’t know you did it, but they’ll always be some people getting mad
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| about your digits
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| They boys that never did it, disrespecting what you’ve done
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| Got some ladies catching feelings, tryn’a be your number one
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| Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
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| But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come
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| I be like, let’s go get it, alright
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| Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright
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| Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright
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| Looking at my watch, time is money, so I’m counting minutes
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| Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
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| But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come
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| They ain’t hustling the same as me, alright
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| The money’s calling me |