| All I see is money
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| Rubba bands (x4)
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| All I see is money
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| Rubba bands (x4)
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| All I see is money
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| Rubba bands (x4)
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| All I see is money
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| Rubba bands (x4)
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| Step out da car, rubber bands in my pocket
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| Rose gold Rolex look like it’s plugged in a socket
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| All the bad bitches lookin', all the fuck niggas jockin'
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| People investigatin' I’ll let the streets keep on talkin'
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| Got a brick in the trunk, you know I gotta get mine
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| Mama always said, «It'll come in due time»
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| So I took what she said, flipped dat bitch a few times
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| Went and got a suburban and a new benz to ride
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| Then I loaded the sticks, I just wanna survive
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| A quarter’s going for six, you can get’em for five
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| The streets gotta demand, therefore I gotta supply
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| If you want it for cheap, oh man I got a surprise
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| I need them
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| If you got money in your pockets, stretch dem bands out
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| In Magic City, strippers call me Mr. Handout
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| I drink a lotta Rose, I help the brand out
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| I drive a Phantom, but don’t make me bring that Lamb out
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| All these rashes on my dick ‘cause my diamonds glistelin'
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| Man I get so much money, while you niggas penny pinch
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| A nigga like me don’t give a fuck about a price
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| I got a P Diddy swag and a Hugh Hefner life bitch
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| You can hate me now, but I won’t stop now
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| I been stayin' fly, way before the Stay Fly
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| And I be raining them dollars like Mayweather the boxer
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| And I been winning in Cali way before I won my Oscar
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| L-Livin in mansions, with all God’s blessings
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| I’m stackin up much taxes, you stackin up much textin'
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| A lot of people question my career choices I made
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| But I wouldn’t change a day, ‘cause every day I get paid |