| Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof
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| We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice
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| Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Shorty think I’m trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes
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| I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused
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| Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?
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| Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
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| Picked up a pack and I ain’t look back since '96
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| Since then I’ve been addicted to designer shit
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| Chopper in the parkin' lot, I’m tryna find a lick
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| Come up on a thousand pounds, that’s my kind of rich
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| Independent, I don’t need no nigga with me
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| I do everything quickly, don’t believe me? |
| Ask 50
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| I got game for these hoes, can’t no broke bitch trick me
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| And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
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| I pull up and my car ain’t got no roof
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| All these bitches say that I’m the truth
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| I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
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| Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups
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| Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
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| Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
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| Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
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| It’s the Unit in this bitch, I’m filthy rich, now who you with?
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| G-Unit, lazy niggas don’t want to pop no bottles
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| Yayo keep sayin', «Nigga, what’s a thousand dollars»
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| She must don’t plan on stayin' if she don’t swallow
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| DM’d her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holla
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| Dopeboy, bitch, I ain’t playin', I fuck with guala
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| And I don’t fuck with rappers, bein' honest
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| I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
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| Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
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| Them King of Diamond bitches, ain’t they gorgeous?
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| Drop head Phantom and I’m sittin' on Forgi’s
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| I pull up and my car ain’t got no roof
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| All these bitches say that I’m the truth
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| I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| I know just what to do to get 'em loose
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| Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
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| It’s the Unit, man
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| We back, Young Buck
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| Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga, yeah |