| every morning when i wake up uh, money on my mind
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| good times and get caked up sunshine coming through my blinds, i’m living but
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| really though, it’s never enough
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| 10 milly on, that’s a must
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| living in california, everybody wanna visit for
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| women, weed and weather
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| they come for
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| women, weed and weather
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| for the women, weed and weather
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| from all around the world for the
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| women, weed and weather
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| women, weed and weather
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| these niggas’ll kill for that
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| put it in your grill for that
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| still everybody gotta build for that
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| me, i make mills off that
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| how the fuck can’t ya’ll see i ride
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| when i drive, down the block and you look outside
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| h-a-t-e in your eyes
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| i enter big money for the enterprise
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| it’s a beautiful day i guess
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| for a bitch to roll with andre i guess
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| roll it up, baby gon lift that dress
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| then roll it up for me when i’m stressed
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| you might catch me in atlanta looking like a boss
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| new orleans and then miami
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| party in new york
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| texas i be screwed up, chi town i be really pimpin'
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| but nothing like my hometown i’m forever living
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| women, weed and weather
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| they come for
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| women, weed and weather
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| for the women, weed and weather
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| from all around the world for the
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| women, weed and weather
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| got that women, weed and weather
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| yo, it sound clever, come and play
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| wh-what more can i say
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| welcome to la my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
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| 3w's only for a three day run
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| bitch, take the muthaf-cking panties off you aint no nun, shit
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| i be living in the sky every time i ride by them hoes
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| ribbon in the sky on the radio cause stevie know i control
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| let it breath
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| i control, california living til i am old
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| you want to be one, to peak on the chart
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| so the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
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| she in the coupe cause she in the neon
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| cause she on the bs before we can start
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| fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga
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| let em know the priority order me hennessy, and for my niggas og killa
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| call it jason vorhees, boy he,
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| on his job, boy he sure be havin’them marks on they marks
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| pretty bitches and tyre marks
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| let em inhale the pipe exhausts
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| let em reveal how much it cost
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| for this life controlling my vice
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| no way hell no, uh uh if i’m wrong than i wanna be right
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| you want to be one, to peak on the chart
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| sso the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
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| women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault that its 82 degrees
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| and my top peeled off
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| you might catch me in atlanta looking like a boss
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| new orleans and then miami
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| party in new york
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| texas i be screwed up, chi town i be really pimpin'
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| but nothing like my hometown i’m forever living
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| known for that homegrown where i come from
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| smoke one, palm trees
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| double d’s got em topless in the sun
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| i shall proceed, that’s me, muthafuck your opinion
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| how many ways am i killin’em
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| shit, right around a billion
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| we on it, that mean we living for the moment
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| that mean she’ll fuck til the morning
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| time and i got time and i know that i’m in a position of controlling
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| anything
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| i buy that ocean, i’mma boss i’ll buy that ocean
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| aint nobody fucking with this
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| they want that shit, they off your
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| i give it to em but in between, my time
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| i gotta tie shoestrings
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| life’s a trip when you want these things
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| i often slip and then i lean towards 3 w’s and life
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| you know blow job need an application
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| eating pussy make appetite
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| and yeah my type, i like em brown
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| just like my drink, the fuck you think
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| i don’t fuck wit’no hand me downs
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| see if you fuck than its after me you know how much i’mma make it work?
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| you know her dress, her purse
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| when you discussed your love for lust
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| just make sure you visit here first
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| cali
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| you might catch me in atlanta looking like a boss
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| new orleans and then miami
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| party in new york
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| texas i be screwed up, chi town i be really pimpin'
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| but nothing like my hometown i’m forever living |