| I got every pair of Jordans, every kind of bitch
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| Ridin foreign cars my life is the shit (Come on!)
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| My Louis bookbag, is full of them stacks
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| Homey I’m in Spain I ain’t thinkin about hats
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| I say Cassius Clay, you say butter, I say Parkay, I drink Rose'
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| I had swag since the third grade
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| Havin sex on the beach with a mermaid, draped in that Herme
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| In that spur, pullin on that purple
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| Cause I like her, and I like her too
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| No time to talk bitch get in
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| My first time in the booth, I knew I would win
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| The first time in the pen it was different than the streets yo
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| I seen niggas make movies out of C. O's
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| Fuck my P.O. |
| he got a attitude
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| But I’m a man of respect what he 'gon do?
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| For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad
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| That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| I got the tools that keep you niggas in check
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| To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (YEAHHHHH!)
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| We some men of respect, you a bitch in a dress
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| I got these niggas so scared that they swimmin in sweat
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| And they don’t send us a check, he gettin hit in his chest
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| My daughter needs her hair done I gotta get some barretts
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| Put the grip on the sket, and graze the skin off his neck
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| I keep a 40 like Queens but I don’t live in the 'jects
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| You ever send us a threat? |
| That you don’t live to regret
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| You better come with your towels even gorillas get wet
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| Ladies lift up your breast, you bang lift up your set
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| My gun got a bad bladder take a piss on your vest
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| THUG-A THUG-A, THUG-A, THUG-A my click is the best
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| Your bars stink, that’s why you got shit on your breath
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| Niggas clapped tryin to slap me five
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| I put 'em on wheelchairs, like Drake on Degrassi High
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| They say I don’t smile, that’s cause I don’t play fair bro
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| I stay Sirius like satellite radio
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| For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad
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| That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| I got the tools that keep you niggas in check
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| To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (YEAHHHHH!)
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| I’m a South Jamaica Queens nigga (YEAH!)
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| Boy play me make a scene nigga countin paper clean nigga
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| Bouncin on that beam nigga, and not that star type
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| Where I go, moms go, make it rain at the stop light
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| My Coupe makes the cops tight, my auror make the shorties get her wop right
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| Drop her off and catch my portal rock flight
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| Block life, kingpin, respect the center block ice
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| God it must be somethin good, could be seven hot dice
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| Locally connected, vocally respected
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| International record I’ll be leavin any second
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| Check it, let me stretch it 'fore your funds exit
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| My Method, got your Man Louis V vested
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| Excellent, my weed man got me somewhere in the clouds
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| Havin daydreams of me sleepin on a hundred pounds
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| For any burglary sounds we got a hundred rounds
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| AK’s when I’m down to the ground and put 'em down
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| For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad
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| That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| I got the tools that keep you niggas in check
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| To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (Yeahhhhh!)
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| Now BK stand up (Bed-stuy!)
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| I’m in Bed-Stuy big cape rubberband up
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| Goons don’t play (NO) That’ll get ya jammed up
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| Gotta watch the jakes, that’ll get ya canned up
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| You know how we play, hundred grand a truck (Flossin!)
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| Them dice games, two grand and up
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| The life man, the lights and the cameras
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| Parked the Maserati, right in front of Marcy (Yep!)
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| To talkin with the homeys when I’m out at Marcus Garvey (Melon)
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| And pardon me y’all, I meant chalkin bodies (Goonies!)
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| Shout to Lil' Kim do your bid like Frank White
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| Then come home and do it BIG like Frank White (Ball on 'em!)
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| We buy cars just to race 'em like the Indy’s (Speedin!)
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| They fly the Spur a buck eighty for the bentley (Wow!)
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| A rockstar like the Red Hot Chili Pep’s
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| They follow my car cause the feds feel we a threat (They takin pictures!)
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| Yeah I keep bread with a chilly neck
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| Diplomats 'round this bitch they knowin we the realest set (Byrd gang!)
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| Yeah we 'gon spoil New York
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| Call us the Dipset Knicks the way we ball in New York, motherfuckers!
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| For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad
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| That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy
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| It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)
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| I got the tools that keep you niggas in check
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| To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect
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| (I'm a man of respect yeah!) |