| You can see it in my eyes
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| Always bout my G’s
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| You can see it in my eyes
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| Always bout my G’s
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| You can see it in my eyes
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| Always bout my G’s
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| You can see it in my eyes
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| You can see it in my eyes
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| Money on the rise (always bout my G’s)
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| Money on the rise (always bout my G’s)
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| Money on the rise (always bout my G’s)
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| You can see it my eyes
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| They say I’m doing my thing boy is you awake or what
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| Ernest got the 450 looking like you can taste the truck
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| Forget working for people getting my power and paper up
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| Americas top model watch is that a pretty face or what
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| I make a vehicle and sell it like its e-bay
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| You know I get my money back like its a re-bay
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| I drop a mixtape and they party like its they b-day
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| They diss jockin so I’ma call 'em dj’s
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| Know 4 killas then trust that I know 4reala
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| Stay on ya turf and in dirt like a 4 wheela
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| 4reala now everybody’s a gold digga
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| Beer face 4 the paper I get so BITTER!
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| Like fat pat when I rap they say «love it man»
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| Prince Hakeem paper shout out to the motherland
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| Fat stacks that you can’t fit inside a rubberband
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| Big straps one I can’t fit inside my other hand
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| Club for free like the bartenders
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| Boys talkin noise like you really gonna try to holla maaan
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| I gotta army that be on to you before you can
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| You tryin to stand behind a bush like a republican
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| You on the top they gonna hate ya (hate ya)
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| You on the bottom they goin break ya (break ya)
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| Thats why I’m always bout my paper
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| And it ain’t no surprise that my money’s on the rise
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| I know why you act like a faka (faka)
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| I know that hatin’s in ya nature (nature)
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| Thats why I’m always bout my paper
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| And it ain’t no surprise that my money’s on the rise
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| At paid-n-full even swisha
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| He told me that I’m walkin with ya
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| Even told me that when I feel lonely I ain’t the only 1 in the picture
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| Haters don’t shoot to miss ya so wear the shoe if it fits ya
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| They load up the tool to get ya they throw it at you like plika, plika, plika
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| I know people don’t understand me
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| They have some problems with homies then have some problems with family
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| But I don’t ever fold it don’t matter what car they hand me
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| Just when I thought evil had me I looked up and won a grammy
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| Maannn! |