| One time for B.I.G
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| Wave a finger front to back
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| I ain’t gotta tell you where I’m from, you see it on my cap
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| 501's on my leg
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| Polo men on my tee
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| Jordan ain’t no kiddin me
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| But I keep 'em on my feet
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| I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T
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| With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G
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| Something just like me
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| Buy and sell Gucci
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| I like them girls in Louis V
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| Red bottoms Lue B’s
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| Two fingers to the G’s
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| What it is, what it be
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| If you ballin' rasie ya bottom and yell «FREE TUNECHI»
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| Free, Free Tunechi
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| Till they free Tunechi
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| I’m Q-Vision in the club
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| Watch me make a movie
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| (Now LE’GOOO)
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| I got money, money my problem (Le'Goo)
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| Love doin' math so it’s money I’m solvin'
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| Never. |
| ever stoppin', but these niggas steady coppin'
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| So I’m ugly with the money
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| Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin
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| Fuck them other haters cause I’m down for my niggas
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| I got money in my pockets so there’s no room for ya digits
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| I be in and outta state, everyday a different place
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| And I be hittin' home runs while you still on second base
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| Ya boy be poppin' them bottles of Rozay,
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| Fuckin' models in every single damn way
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| No offense to ugly women but I need a pretty face
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| If you skinny or eat plenty it don’t matter either way
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| Cause I’m a get it, hit it, quit it then I pass you off to Jae… Millz
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| Speed racer on the track call me Hot Wheels
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| Them bullets long like fries, get a Happy Meal
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| Black Card, Red Chucks, Batman &Robin
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| Spider-man eatin' up the money, Green Goblin
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| I got money, money my problem
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| Love doin' math so it’s money I’m solvin'
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| Never. |
| ever stoppin', but these niggas steady coppin'
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| So I’m ugly with the money
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| Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin
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| Till I die I’m uptown and dead prezzys what I’m countin' in
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| Cut milli-mountsins, nigga what you know about 'em
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| So Harlem 'till I go
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| Fuck a stylist, I be stylin'
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| Comin' down 125th, paper plated drop wildin'
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| He sreamin' till it’s easy, love me or leave me
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| For New York Free Remy and for YM Free Weezy
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| Me and C. Breezy, Chubby Chuck TZ’s
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| We on that cherry carpet while you watchin' us on TV
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| Trust me I’m mountain clean, if the boy in my regime
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| On stage I’m poison, Hot Tub Time Machine
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| Yeah, Yeah
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| The all doubtin' but they favorite slouchin'
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| And all I got for these niggas is flames, douse 'em
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| Who wan' test me, get off the express way
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| This is not an Esther, niggas it’s an XJ
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| Swag freakin' American, tatted like an ese
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| Take your ass directly to the morgue is what my chest say
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| Yes Jay, yes Jay, stunt like Harlem taught ya
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| My diamonds stupid bright, Violet Ultra
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| They all counted me out
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| They thought Millz was over
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| But look who’s talkin' now mother fuckas, John Travolta
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| I got money, money my problem (Le'Goo)
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| Love doin' math so it’s money I’m solvin'
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| Never. |
| ever stoppin', but these niggas steady coppin'
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| So I’m ugly with the money
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| Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin |