| Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
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| It’s a new year, dolla dolla bill y’all, yup!
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| Get that money yup! |
| Dolla dolla bill y’all, yup!
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| Get that money yup! |
| Dolla dolla bill, yup yup!
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| Yesss — it’s the return of the young hustle
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| A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle
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| Me I’d rather do my lip lashin', when the chips cash in
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| Then you might see me on the strip flashin'
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| Like Vegas lights, and they say I shine Vegas bright
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| Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
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| So shit, gettin' hit in my leg is light
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| I mean it coulda been a 2Pac Vegas night
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| Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening
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| «Baby you okay?» |
| I mean well I’m breathin'
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| Hell I’m even, bosser than I left
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| The money ain’t right then I toss you to the left
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| Yesss, to the left, to the left
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| Everything is hustle to the death for the F-
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| -A-B baby, they be lazy
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| Gucci straightjacket cause I may be crazy
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| Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
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| This a new year but I recycle for the paper
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| If green talks, then I’m the Geico with the paper
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| So have my check right, no typos with the paper please
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| They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game
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| That’s why they money go, quicker than a crack high
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| My money stack high, how high? |
| Shaq high
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| Yao high, that’s why, yours is Bow Wow high
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| You lookin at your new hustle, like your last hustle
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| Was looked at as Russell, in my past hustle
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| Shorty work it, she be on her ass hustle
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| She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles
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| Fast rush you, then back to the money
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| They say I’m frontin, can’t turn my back to the money
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| And truthfully you’re cool but I’m attracted to money
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| So why don’tcha turn your back to the money and let it shake
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| I’m lovin how you move that smooth, you let it snake
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| But players don’t chase at it baby we let it make
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| Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
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| I ain’t gotta make them move, but I make them holla
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| This my year, but y’all can help me celebrate
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| I’m 9:15, that means I’m hella straight
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| Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks
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| I’m back for my money, it’s just they luck
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| Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air
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| Let me see it up, let, let me see it up
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| LADIES~! |
| Money in the air, m-m-money in the URR-URR
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| Money in the air, money in the air
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| Let me see it up, nigga you don’t need that dough
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| Nigga you don’t need that dough… |