| G-L-O G-A-N-G you know how we be
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| We be going wee
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| G-G-L-O you know we
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| Smokin' weed, I count cheese
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| Came through with that cash and that swag
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| Fuck a bag, put the racks in my pants.
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| I went in Saks, spent a sack cause I get it right back
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| Fucked your bitch, gave her back cause I get it like that
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| Catch you with the hammer, I don’t dance
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| You want beef? |
| I’ma turn you into a tranny
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| I don’t wanna fuck your bitch, she want romance
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| I wanna fuck, don’t wanna dance
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| I got a million in my pants now
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| I don’t use no rubber bands now
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| Big bank take lil' bank, stand down
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| 'Fore I pull the racks up out my pants now
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| I pulled up, million dollar cash down
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| 'Cuz I got that sack now
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| All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now
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| You not flexin', sit your ass down
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| What is you, a class clown?
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| Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down
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| Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars
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| Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars
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| Pulled up, trunk bangin', car swangin', now we gangin', war gangin'
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| Excuse me, I mean that we’re gangin'
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| You want me in your club, you gon' have to let the gang in
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| Look here, I’m very well respected in the streets
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| Hop out my Emmy, and my wrist we got a P
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| I smoke dope, you be smokin' wack reefer
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| All the loud I smoke you think I spent a million on this weed
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| Told that bitch you had to go it’s time to eat
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| She thought she was T’d, but she weak
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| When I say «T» that mean too turnt, that’s how I be
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| You want a show, you better million dollar me
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| I pulled up, million dollar cash down
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| 'Cuz I got that sack now
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| All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now
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| You not flexin', sit your ass down
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| What is you, a class clown?
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| Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down
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| Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars
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| Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars |