| I smell money outside your door
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| But I don’t fuck with y’all hoes no more
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| Even for a million dollars
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| And think what you do for a million
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| I be up just let me blow
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| Pocket full of shapes all made of gold
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| Ooh, phones keeps ringing like we got snow
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| Ooh, plugs still dry tell me it ain’t so, ooh
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| Gold up on the ak’s (we all want a payday)
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| Say gold up on the ak’s (we all want a payday)
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| I smell money outside your door
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| But I don’t fuck with y’all hoes no more
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| Even for a million dollars
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| And think what you do for a million
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| Checks in the bank every other week
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| Checking my phone
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| I be too high like please don’t speak
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| Everything I feel out of your reach, yeah
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| Gold up on the ak’s (we all want a payday)
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| Say gold up on the ak’s (we all want a payday)
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| I smell money outside your door
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| But I don’t fuck with y’all hoes no more
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| Even for a million dollars
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| And think what you do for a million |