| Chunky, ???, Brolic, Please be careful with my chains
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| Stop palyin games, It costs too much
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| The jewelry man said it might attract feds
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| The few men that wanted shit was found dead
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| See it’s not a game, The power I possess is real
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| Wait up, Money caked up, Tape ducts and kill
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| Rock my gold bow, Polo robes, Scrooge McDuck shit
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| Uncle Ghost will download gold, Whether sixth floor Brooklyn house
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| Slid through quietly then took the house
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| Spazed out on the faggot then they moved me out
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| Hurry check the box office my new movie’s out
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| I’m not feelin broke niggas that be frontin for nothin
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| Stuntin, Wanna rock Playboy I keep it comin
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| Word to Granny I’m quick to buck fifty somethin
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| I’ll be right up on that ass like you sixty somethin
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| Come on
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| Big head ants, Lamps that glow
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| Goldfish with gold chains hangin from they necks, They swim slow
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| Watch me poke Vics, Sit slick, Throw Vicks on it
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| Ship shit, Kick Arabic, Bag bricks, Karate kicks, Fly Wu bitch
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| Don’t hesitate to clap a sugar woogy, Just do it
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| Hop in the Buick and bounce, Harry’s lounge |