| Silver dollar fresh I stay
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| I’ll be fresh all day, yeah yeah
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| Silver dollar fresh I stay
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| I’ll be fresh always, yeah yeah
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| Money in my pocket
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| We be talking I be quiet
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| They go again smelling I wanna buy it
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| Shawty think I’m fresh I make em wet like fire hydrant
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| I be on that fly go from passenger to pilot
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| Point it out like gimme that
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| Point it out like gimme that
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| Point it out like gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
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| Why do I be stuntin' to be honest I don’t know
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| Hundred after Hundred I don’t know
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| I love it l-l-l-l love it I got a problem
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| Its nothin nothin nothin nothin I’m poppin collars
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| Last week I flossed on em, bitch I made a movie
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| How you doin? |
| where you been? |
| Hello to my groupies!
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| Swagga to the moonman, Gwap in my two hands
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| You can eat the fruit loops wrist full of Tucan’s
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| All types of colors, We family like brothers
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| My cash in my clean-cake, I throw it out the other
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| I stay…
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| Man I got bitches in my home
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| and bitches on my phone
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| I’m like can you call me back because SportsCenter is on
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| I dont mean to come off wrong
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| But man my money long
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| I say man my money long
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| Call me stretch Armstrong
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| Big ass chain on my junk yard dog shit
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| viagra swagga, fuck all yeall shit
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| haha, Mike stop the beat
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| Hear the money talk and it talking about me
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| White boy fresh… skinny ass pants
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| But I ball hard like scouts in the stands
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| I just sit around my house and blow an ounce like a fan
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| I flip one of these niggas like Jackie Chan
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| I aint worry bout em
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| I just ball out, Man I’m too cold lemme thaw out
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| Im so Young Money… I got dumb money
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| Bookoo bread but a bitch can’t get a crumb from me.
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| Money in my pocket he ain’t coming back to life
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| I gave her CPR blow thirty shooting dice
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| I’m married to the cash like somebody throwing rice
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| And I’m married to the cash I just had to say it twice
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| Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah
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| Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah
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| Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
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| Put on for my city and I do it like I’m supposed to
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| Ballin' like when Britney cut her hair I cut the checks fool
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| I do that d-d-d-do that I’m about my business
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| Like who that who-who-who that pushin the Bentley
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| Everybody staring thats Mister McLaren
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| Loco con dinero like-like I was speaking spanish
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| Shine like a Disco
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| Dimes think it’s Crystal
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| Said she gotta twin then you know I’m callin Brisco
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| I aint drink that Dom-P
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| I aint drink that Dom-P
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| Them spill my bottle on my parley adore jeans. |