| Sheeeesh
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| I’m just keepin it real
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| Fresh out the cuffs, I can’t trust nobody
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| Niggas see the lights and they turn outside
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| Niggas swear to God, on they Mom they sorry
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| Gotta understand when you fuckin with Stanley’s
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| Back at it again, now we all in the Hamptons
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| Fingers on the box, cause we all in a mansion
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| Meeting with the, I just won’t understand it
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| Gotta keep the tools, I’m a
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| But they just away, just in case they jam us
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| No minutes on the phone, so I’m poking the family
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| Ya understand me? |
| No Stanley’s
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| Lookin iffy den the homie start blaming
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| Cause shit can get ugly, I’m just keepin it real
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| Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug
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| Cause shit can get ugly, and these bitches I don’t love them
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| Cause I’m married to the money
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| I’m married to the money (the money, money)
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| Peeking through the blinds, tryna plot on a meal
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| Juggin all these jugs, got me counting the bills
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| Getting rid of painful, finna crack on a seal
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| Dealing with some pain only real niggas feel
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| Paperwork, paperwork, niggas' squeal
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| Selling juugs, tryna see what’s the deal
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| Mister Mosley, Mister Mosley
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| I’m giving her chills
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| Lingo-bingo, buffin my bills
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| Taking niggas bitches, they be cuffin they still
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| She just wanna go, got me up in the hills
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| Show a little dough, and these bitches the same
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| The is the ruler, it come with a win
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| Cause shit can get ugly, I’m just keepin it real
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| Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug
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| Cause shit can get ugly, and these bitches I don’t love them
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| Cause I’m married to the money
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| I’m married to the money (the money, money) |