| Young money, we the hardest team
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| Forever winning bitch, we on our Charlie Sheen
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| Make that ass jump, girl do your damn thing
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| We bout that life, and them niggas ain’t bout a damn thing
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| Okay, they say time is money, and most say life is short
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| So I chase my dollar signs and let that bullshit walk
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| You in that bullshit? |
| You might as well walk
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| I’m in the air first class, pound key, can’t talk, sorry
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| Look in my eyes and you gonna see its a real nigga
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| No deck of cards nigga, I dont deal with ya
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| I talk to the ghost of James Brown
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| It was a mans world then and its a mans world now
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| If you a fake nigga before, then you a fake nigga now
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| Nothing change, same song, same lyrics, same sound
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| Same shit different day, new problems every day
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| That revolver got that bang, that automaty just spray
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| Fuck games I dont play, unless its NBA 2K
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| Or that Madden, i ain’t laughin, you reach for that cash then you next to pay
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| Thats just Jae, Jae don’t think, Jae just go ham
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| Before you could blink, you go get a drink
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| She wink, next thing I know shes bent over my sink
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| Millz
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| Its Lil Tuenchi
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| I ain’t on shit, I was born Wayne, wish I was born rich
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| Millz what it do, where them New York bitches
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| If these walls could talk, I hope they talk business
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| And I got my money right, and sense my money right
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| I can get some kidnappers to go kidnap your son and wife
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| I dont pack a gun or knife, I pack a checkbook
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| And I just point god, Russel Westbrook
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| On the real nigga, the clips got curves, thats sex appeal nigga
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| I’m extra ill, you pay the medical bill nigga
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| We masked up like there was a chemical spill nigga
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| Fuck with me e y e be damn if you will nigga
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| When we rolling we pop you like an extra pill nigga
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| Shoot to kill nigga, the truth will kill niggas
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| One time for harlem, two for Millz nigga, Tunechi |