| I got these diamonds all in my chains
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| Haters wanna know where I got my money from
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| My money from
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| My money from
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| My money from
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| Ain’t never been a lame (aye)
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| Life still the same, just got my money up
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| My money up
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| My money up (now we bout to spend)
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| Bout to hit the club until we smash out
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| Buying up the bar until we pass out (money up)
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| I’m know I’m star until I cash out
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| I got my money up
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| My money up
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| My money up
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| My money up
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| (Oside)
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| I got these diamonds all in my grill ho
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| I keep Benjamins in my billfold
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| My family’s what I kill for
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| They call me Emerson Windy bitch you know
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| Hip hop is what I do it for
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| Put a milli up on that YouTube
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| I’m on the airwaves I get airplay
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| They call airplanes, I’m famous (Awww Yeah)
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| Whoop
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| Don’t blame me, that’s the way the O raised me
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| I’m a baller baby, I do what I like so that’s why you’ll never change me
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| See I can grab my nuts while you boo-hoo and that’s something you can’t do
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| You mad at me? |
| You should be mad at god cuz that’s the way the dude made you
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| One ring, two ring, pinky ring three
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| I’m from the west coast where them niggas ride on them gold Ds on 3s
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| I got these diamonds all in my chain
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| I got loud, I got dope for sale
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| They call me Windy Boy, that Weedman
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| I hand to hand my dope, Awww Yeah
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| Windy
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| Now why they hating on me
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| Wave hi on my hiatus
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| Bag ya bitch just like a bag of chips
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| Give her greasy lips
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| Then I frito lay it
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| Stack chips, I chase cheese
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| Like Chester Cheetah with cheesy fingers
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| Now hold up
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| Wait one second
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| You need to ketchup (catch up)
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| Scary nigga you a chicken finger
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| Now put yo tail between your legs and hide your head like and ostrich (oh yeah)
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| I’m on one like a toilet bowl that I’m shittin on sitting on the potty
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| Your money’s so underage that it needs a baby sitter
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| And if your jealousy had a flavor
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| It would probably have the twangy taste of mixed salt and vinegar
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| Now ask Carmen San Diego where the fuq is your money (oh yeah)
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| On the same place where unicorns live
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| And that rare as hell in Never Land
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| On a magic school bus with Peter Pan
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| Money old like Puff the Dragon
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| Make a wish
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| Close your eyes
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| And blow my dick like a birthday candle |