| Back when I was a young nigga playing in the sand
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| I had some big dreams so I made a little plan
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| You was out partying while I was thinking in advance
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| Tryna get right hoping that one day I’d be the man
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| The years went by, I was M.I.A
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| I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
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| I saved nickels and quarters till I could afford a studio
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| To record and then get money off the shit I say
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| Then my dream came true and the fraud niggas came out
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| See me ballin' out, they think we all gettin' paid now
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| Talking like «Hopsin, oh you’re a great pal»
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| Fuck you, stick my balls in your dang mouth
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| Now every other week you hit me up for money
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| Frontin' like you always been down (pal!)
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| But back then when a nigga was living bummy
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| Your ass was nowhere to be found (wow!)
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| Look my nigga (Marcus) I ain’t tryin to be one of ya fake ass goldigger
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| Homies that’s not it (that's not what I’m doin)
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| But can I borrow 500 dollers I’mma pay ya ass back next week I promise (please)
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| I can’t even make friends
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| 'Cause all they ever do is ask for my money
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| They like, «Let me have this, let me have that
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| Let me have this» and they keep on coming, man
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| «Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money»
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| There was a chick I asked out back in '06
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| Made her a love song, and she was like «No bitch»
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| Gave me the song back, and I was like «Oh shit
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| I’m so stupid, I should’ve never wrote this»
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| She was a dime piece, top of the list
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| A Latin girl, and her skin had a tropical twist
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| She never used to call me, I always had to call her
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| And deep down inside it was making my heart hurt
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| So her life went on, she didn’t even involve me
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| Then last year I ran into her in a Walgreens
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| She was like, «Marcus, how are you? |
| (oh my God)
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| You finally made it, I’m so proud of you»
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| So the next day she called me and asked to kick it
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| For the sake of the old me that was sad, I did it
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| Come to find out she was never that terrific
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| Especially a week later when she asked me this shit
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| «Hey um, Marcus, I really really hate to be a bother
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| But my rent is due, and I’m like broke as fuck
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| So can you please lend me ten hundred dollars, please»
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| I can’t even make friends
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| 'Cause all they ever do is ask for my money
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| They like, «Let me have this, let me have that
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| Let me have this» and they keep on coming, man
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| «Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money»
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| Mmm-hmm
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| See my ex girl think she slick
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| Man let me tell ya how she tried to do me
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| She said she didn’t have a vehicle to drive to work in
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| So she came and asked me for 2 Gs
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| And although I wasn’t that concerned
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| She said her mom would pay me back, soon as she got her tax return
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| So I committed and did it, thinkin' she wouldn’t forget it
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| But she forgot it, now my stomach got a nasty burn
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| I called her! |
| And said, «Bitch! |
| Where my money?! |
| You got that?!»
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| She said, «Not yet, see my mom’s mad
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| She said she isn’t gonna pay, you can drop dead
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| 'Cause I got into a fight with her, she’s a hot head»
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| I’m like, «That's between you two, not me!
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| What the hell does that have to do with my cheese!»
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| She said, «Ok, ok, stop please
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| I swear I’ll pay it all back Marcus, in five weeks»
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| Huh, five weeks huh?
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| It’s been three months and I ain’t even heard from her
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| Changed her damn number, shit
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| Bitch played me like a dumb motherfucker
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| I can’t even make friends
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| 'Cause all they ever do is ask for my money
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| They like, «Let me have this, let me have that
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| Let me have this» and they keep on coming, man
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| «Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money
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| Let me get a dollar, give me that money»
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| Give me that dough, Give me that money
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| Give me that cheese, Give me that money
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| Give me that yea yea yea, Give me that money
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| Yea yea, Give me that money
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| Say yea yea yea yea
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| Baby give me that yea yea yea yea
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| Give me that yea yea yea yea! |
| Ha
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| This for the bitches that oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
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| (exhales) fuck
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| I don’t think I’m gonna be able to pay Marcus back
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| Ah |