| So much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker
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| I’m on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, we playin' poker
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| Sippin' coladas, smokin' ganja, he’s a heavy smoker
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| I started right here in the city, they call me a loco
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| I rob you blind and burn the money like the fuckin' Joker
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| And if you don’t believe me, ask these hoes at Strokers
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| So much money in the air, can’t even see the sofa
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| So much kush smoke in the air, I can’t help but smell the odor
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| They say I cook so many deuces my arm need a motor
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| Half a pint in the Mountain Dew, now that’s a dirty soda
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| And I sell so many chickens, think I work for Kroger
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| I’m flexin', countin' gualas, parkin' Lexus, I don’t ride em
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| Bad yellow bitch, passin' unless she a rider
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| She is down to ride with me and she gone hold my Glock
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| And she see an opp, I tell her pop her and she gone pop off
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| All us like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch I’m like Big Papa
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| If I see an opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch I got him
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| Drive through, in and out, I throw 'em up, Benihanas
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| Ridin', hemi, semi on me, catch his ass, semi on 'em
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| I been shot callin since I hit the lotto, ballin'
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| My diamonds no voodoo 504, bitch they from New Orleans
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| Ring, ring, money callin', I gotta go you not important
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| I’m smokin' TuTu and Tooka and countin' money, tourin'
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| My Ruger hold a thirty, you can hold a fuckin' chorus
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| That’s 80 shots at your face, better be good at duckin' bullets
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| Pull up in that Lord car, that’s that shit them hoes adore
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| I pull up to the club and tell a bitch to hop aboard
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| Baby I’m a king, I know I am not a Lord
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| But Almighty So' and that’s that shit that I send shottas for
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| I’m smokin' paraphernalia with a Glock on tours
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| Make that bitch sing a melody, you get lot’s of chorus |