| 4−5-4 we international
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| Free way know, we all about the dough
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| Hustle every day, thats all I really know
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| Streets on lock, give them what they ask for
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| 454 and I ain’t talking bout a chevy
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| Out of left field and you fakes ain’t ready
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| 2 months in and the name so heavy
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| No albums out, we already got feiddy
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| Your girl wear coach, my grl wear fendi
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| Say what you want cuz you still talkin pennies
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| I pop gold bottles and you still buying Remy
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| You say theres a drought, but we still got plenty
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| I know what it do cuz I been thru prison
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| 454 chain got your girl attention
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| 50 thou wow tucked in my true religions
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| Money stacked high that its blocking my vision
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| We add, we multiply, then we do division
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| 200 on a lawyer, bet I bet the system
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| From Cali to Philly, we dont do no snitchin'
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| As real as it gets, all you have to do is listen
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| Free appear in a Bent, disappear in a breeze
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| Flow cocky, wrist zero degrees
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| With some model chicks so thick you can compare them to eve
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| But they gona listen. |
| leave them apples and pears on the trees
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| You think about dissin us, they told you can touch us
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| Thats an error, we aiir, we dare ya to breathe
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| It might be in ur best interest to go
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| Matter fact if you move another inch ima sqeeze
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| 454 is in the building with free
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| We get dough plenty of cheese
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| Repp for the vietnamese
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| This is free money, say it with me
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| Free money playing for keeps
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| Make ladies stay on their knees
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| Model bitches always stay on the scene
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| Cuz when im done they know im trying to put thang in them jeans
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| Freezer talk reckless on them records dont I, so y won’t I.
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| Tell them haters DUU MAAAA.
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| Im too raw for the hataz
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| Maybe thats y they hate us
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| Out to get paper
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| Born to be the greatest
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| Rollin with the hustlas
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| Now pack it up and sell it
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| Ridin with the gangstas and everyone of them felons
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| We world wide
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| Down in the slums up in the hills
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| One thing we all feel
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| Is the mighty dollar bill
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| Ima be real
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| We the truth in the streets
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| So believe wat I say
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| Cuz its the truth when I speak
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| Money motivated
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| Streets dedicated
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| Grind like a tweekers teeth
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| Thats how I made it
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| Harder then an arubics cube
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| But ain’t no square dudes here
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| Tight circle a mad one tad blunt illest
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| Cap peelers and hoes feelin this
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| Toast til ya host the most, ha, ya feelin it
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| 2 striker, still livin that life
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| Mo money, mo problems
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| Mo cases then sampsonite |