| Hey Fray, they say three is a charm
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| I say we’re three time classy!
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| What you think they gonna call us next?
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| Team early!
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| What’s the… say might do us on the…
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| .often get to bottom with the jelly
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| Blow, try to live it, tell it to…
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| And I can still get the shit, go to Sally
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| What’s the… say I’m gonna do…
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| .often get to bottom with the jelly
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| Blow, try to live it, tell it to…
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| And I can still get the shit, go to Sally
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| Reals, dinars, how we get them?
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| Bars, how we living?
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| Like stars, flow out of space like Mars
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill
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| Life from the mogo, ice on the row
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| Big business, no Volvo, Instagram photos!
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| Show your people how I’m living, this is promo
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| We bounce around the world like Pogo
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| Move my cheek from North Philly to Soho
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| And she brought your hoe, and they brought more hoes
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| I believe in team work, cause the team work
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| But my first Heineken got that dolo
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| And I got some ways to stand up, put my team first
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| And a team never picked that so slow
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| You can hear me, everybody hear me
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| Ain’t nobody leaking, ain’t nobody viving
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| Cross us, ain’t nobody living
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| Fuck you, we gonna pop, ain’t nobody…
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| Nobody wanna work with a ticket get the money, that’s funny!
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| Sing that, hoe, everybody need it!
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| Reals, dinars, how we get them?
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| Bars, how we living?
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| Like stars, flow out of space like Mars
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill
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| I make a lot of air errands
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| Even if I ain’t got money, I got days, so I am rich!
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| I’ve been on the road to Iraqi errands
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| My music stay true to it, let them switch
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| Got bread, got beef, that’s a sandwich
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| Add more beef, that’s a manwich
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| If it ain’t fake beef, it’s for sure beef
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| I react like Jason.
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| I employ young dudes that destroy beef
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| Islamic farm style, shut your brand down
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| Young cash, call dash with the cash…
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| Stacks in the rubber bankrounds in my.
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| Girl, don’t play! |
| She was on her way
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| I sent her away, she came back with a gay girl
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| I don’t understand how these niggas play around
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| How the fuck they lay around?
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| Reals, dinars, how we get them?
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| Bars, how we living?
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| Like stars, flow out of space like Mars
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill
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| We ride it, you got it, admire the effort
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| You test us, we will teach you lessons, we’re choppers
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| The flow is a… the lean is from Texas,
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| The weed is from Cally, my bitch from Bahamas
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| Got strips in Atlanta… in Winston
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| you cross us, you’re missing
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| We send for your momma
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| You send for your runner, you’ve been… we’re snithcing
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| But we’ve been busy ripping
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| Get in!
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| Reals, dinars, how we get them?
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| Bars, how we living?
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| Like stars, flow out of space like Mars
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill
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| And we run for the dollar bill
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| We r-r-run for the dollar bill |