| I been there been there
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| Done that done that
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| You got guns? |
| we got guns…
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| Yo I got straps we got straps…
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| A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
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| bullshit 'cause it’s all they worth…
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| No question it’s all about the D O E.
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| So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree.
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| Ain’t tryin’to stock around for the Illuminati
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| Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G…
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| Since way back I’ve been collecting my fee
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| With the 48-tracks and the M — I — C.
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| Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea.
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| It’s worth 8, but I only paid 5 point 3.
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| Worldwide, got the triple beam, I slide.
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| Listenin’to yo demo in a stretch limo.
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| It’s how I ride — cartel style.
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| Full, stacked to the max now.
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| A million-dollar smile, people wonder how.
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| 'Dre Day’every day. |
| Trips to Montigo Bay,
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| with more chips than Frito Lay.
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| Flossed jewels in a tire, ain’t nuthin’fly.
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| Straight or illegal — it’s still the root of all evil…
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| Coz…
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| Young black Rockerfeller. |
| Hell, a swiss and mozarella.
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| Pockets sweller, gettin’money like a bank teller.
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| 'Cause a fool and his dough soon split.
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| So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'.
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| Ladies, get your paper too.
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| Don’t expect for no man to support you.
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| Keep it true,
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| 'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the pesos.
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| My woman is independent, makin’dough by the case loads.
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| I’mma keep buildin'… make it killing.
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| Kick back, relax, and grow old with my millions.
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| That’s where it’s at. |
| You got drama, I got the gat,
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| But we’re both black so I don’t wanna lay you flat.
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| Instead let’s get paper, while it’s paper to get.
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| Private Jet, 600 coupes that I runs if…
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| I’m livin’on another level that y’all ain’t been yet.
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| Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet…
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| This is for the millionaires,
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| Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin',
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| Honeys start to stare.
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| 'Cause game is money and money is game,
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| And broke brothers make the 45 flame with no shame.
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| Now many people die over these dead green guys.
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| Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise.
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| It’s the root of all evil and sins.
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| Yet and still it makes the world go around,
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| Like my 20-inch rims…
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| Moolah y’all.
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| Platinum plaques cover my walls.
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| Grindin', diamonds shinin', and without one flaw.
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| Get the cash, the grass, the ass will bounce.
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| Luciano and all amounts, that’s all that counts 'cause…
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| I been there…
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| And done that…
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| Been there, done that…
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| The Aftermath! |