| Throw something up fools
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| It’s all about the money
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| You gotta know this
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| Word
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| Probly backin' up at motorway
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| Old hoopty but we just put the motor in
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| This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
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| Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
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| Bullet ‘bout as big as a can they put a soda in
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| End up in the trunk of a car that got odar in it
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| I don’t sip the liquor, I take a gulp
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| Fuckin' with a nigga, that’s strong enough to face the hulk
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| 44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong
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| Thought he was thugged out, now his face is all wrong
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| I don’t care about their fam, I’ll make them all mourn
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| There were Biggie and Sean Combs was taking broads home
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| On the phone with the chick. |
| Crystal bitches bitches
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| And ace hoes, it’s money in my name like Ma$e though
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| Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
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| Fuck the funny money niggas, I get straight dough
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| Niggas talkin' like they got something for me
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| Nigga, you and what army? |
| Dawg
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| Niggas grippin' over here
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| Hit you with a hundred then I blow it in the air
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| Got a line of some dope from this bitch named Tammy
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| Tammy’s from Miami, round all the nose Candy
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| Bronze tanned on her like I’m walking with the Grammy
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| Ex nigga popped, he flopped and turned Sammy
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| I ain’t for the bull
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| Sign of a setup then a trigger’s getting pulled
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| Thinkin' that it’s thriller when my nigga turned wolves
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| Do as Simon says like the '95 Suge
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| All red on, death row chain
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| MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
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| Outcome was the same
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| Dead on arrival, death to my rivals
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| Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
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| YUGK, that’s the stairway to heaven nigga
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| On my big shit, waitin' on the seven nigga
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| Order cocaine white like a wedding nigga woo
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| The king’s stuntin' on these peasant niggas
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| Push
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| It’s like ring around the Rosé
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| Hand on the bottle, sit back and get coz-ay
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| Still killin' that white bitch, OJ
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| Knocking 'Homecoming' from Kanye and Coldplay
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| It was me and Jose in the hallway
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| House full of dope with the pump by the doorway
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| True story, niggas’ll shoot for me
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| But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
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| I wild out, throw you off of a 2-story
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| Nigga, just to break your leg
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| Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
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| Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
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| Get the feds give ya life when you’re fuckin' with the dope
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| Catch me in LA fucking with the smoke
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| Or maybe in San Fran
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| With an OG nigga that used to get it on Pan-Am
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| What? |