| (Yeah
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| I need all that
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| Run me my money
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| Cash, dollars, dinero)
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| Who do you think?
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| Yeah, I got the hood on lock (lock)
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| People whisper my name down on every block
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| Talk less, I’ll take you out with a unmarked Glock
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| Make a hit list and put your homie name on top
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| Yeah, bosses don’t brag, gangsters don’t advertise
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| What’s your next move when death stares you in the eyes
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| It’s a stand-off game, yeah, it’s do or die
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| One day I’ma pay with my life
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| And like the King, yeah, I had a dream
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| I had to turn the hustle into something more to me
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| Remember the days of no money and no clout
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| But money don’t sleep so I slept at the trap house
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| Got tired of running outta luck tryna make a buck
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| Just to end up in county till my time’s up
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| Counting dollars, yeah, now I’m big balling on pay
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| But I’m still the same hitter from the old day
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| Yeah, I’m rich, but I’m still a gangster
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| Run me my money, hand over the paper
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| Yeah, I’m rich, but I’m still a gangster
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| Run me my money, hand over the paper
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| Make sure you pay me in cash, yeah, ooh, yeah
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| Make sure you pay me in cash, yeah, ooh, yeah
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| Big black trucks doing stick-up, stick-ups
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| But I’ll take a life before you light me up, me up
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| Just another drive-by, making rounds fly
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| Happened every day just like the sunrise
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| Yeah, made it out the hood, I survived
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| Momma prayed to God, thanks for keeping me alive
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| Gotta show my son a man that he can respect, yeah
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| You can run me my check, yeah
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| Yeah, I’m rich, but I’m still a gangster
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| Run me my money, hand over the paper
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| Yeah, I’m rich, but I’m still a gangster
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| Run me my money, hand over the paper
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| Make sure you pay me in cash, yeah, ooh, yeah
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| Make sure you pay me in cash, yeah, ooh, yeah
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| Make sure you pay me in cash, yeah, ooh, yeah
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| Make sure you pay me in cash, yeah, ooh, yeah |