| Yeah, where that bag at
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| I need 50 for a show, where that cash at
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| She from Sacramento, threw her on that Amtrak
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| Even though I’m getting paper like a damn fax
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| Yeah, all the cougars say I’m handsome
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| Oakland airport, taking pictures when I’m landed
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| Bad bitch magnet, Ray got me dancing
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| Pull up with gorillas like it’s animal planet
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| We big mobbin', now she plottin'
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| The gear in the whip like my trip’s exotic
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| I be riding everywhere, I ain’t hiding
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| I be styling, with them stylists, cut her off 'cause she was childish
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| Yeah I’m bout it, floss I got it, got that product in my pocket
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| G-Star jeans got really deep pockets
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| Cross faded in the club, head nodding
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| Touch the bag, run it back, get it poppin'
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| And my momma riding Louie for her luggage
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| Looked him in his eyes and I knew that he was bluffing
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| 20 cash O, blow a check like it was nothing
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| Not from the D, but I’m Cartier buffing
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| Yeah, now I need 20 for a feature
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| And I really got it, out the swamp, I’m a creature
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| Hella smart 'cause my momma was a teacher
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| Never sleeping, eyes open 'cause I know these niggas leeches
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| I’m a beast and everything these rapper saying is facetious
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| All cash for my whip it ain’t no leases, got my pink slips
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| That’s on everything, I promise I’m gon' run it up
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| Yeah I made a lot of money, but it’s not enough
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| All I got is time for it, that’s the bottom line
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| Won’t spit a flow without no dollar signs, and that not a lie
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| Yeah, got it poppin' in the Rich
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| She choosin', but I ain’t tryna knock a nigga bitch
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| That’s foolish, I’m all about my profit, gettin' rich
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| Used to it, so really you are not surprised as shit
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| I was raised different, live by a set of rules
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| I’m a boss, shit don’t move, it don’t get approved
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| Lotta drank, lotta food, and a lotta jewels
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| Seen your section in the club, it’s a lotta dudes
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| Something gotta move, I’mma make it all shake
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| The bay in good hands, call me Suzy Allstate
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| I’mma make you jump like a ball fake
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| I do not respect they rhythm cause the all fake, ay
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| Yeah, and they all hate
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| Frank Sinatra of this shit I did it my way
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| $$$, beep |