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| Whoa there, big timer, big timer
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| I got money to the ceiling
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| Whoa there, big timer
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| Won’t 'cha, make your money and do what ya wanna
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| Let the champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
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| Drinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (Mama Mia)
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| Don’t even ask if I could handle it
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| Bitch you didn’t know I’m stackin ends like the Clampets (There it is)
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| Down south hustlin, workin my musc-lin
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| Mint greens labeled in God we trust’n
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| Bustin at the haters in the way of progress
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| Cause I ain’t tryin to live from month to month (Naw) That’s stress
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| I only want the best that there is off the top
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| But I ain’t bout to brag about the shit I don’t got
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| So when you see the E4−20 know that it’s mine, paid out in full
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| So I put it in my rhyme
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| Thirty two hundred square foot, no doubt
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| Manicured landscape, and this my house
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| Paid out too, so I know I got the room
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| To state the fact that them hoes don’t like that
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| But fuck that big timers put your knot in the air
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| And cock your nine for them jackers out there
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| Live your life, boy
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| I be crackin like chiropractors
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| Fiend the young bachelor
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| That’s too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I’m after
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| Meal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plaster
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| Now forever paid with Mama Mia and the Master
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| I cause disasters from the S’s to the G
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| No clubs won’t start without the presense of me
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| Ya better ask somebody, my cake give knee chills
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| Givin migraine headaches from breakin these bills
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| See these chills but can’t get to it, we way out
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| Every (?) that I drive on chrome, is paid out
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| Close to the house on the hill, but no wife
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| Take the diamonds out my Rol, your house have no light
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| The more ice, I’m wicked you’re sick, and just piss ya
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| Might take a long line, the dance floor on Whispers |
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