| It’s nice, my nigger I’m talking bank
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| If you talking about shit I can’t understand
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| Ima hustler motherfucker, yeah, I get it cross the land
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| I’m water whip and dipping, on my 6's gripping grain
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| Switching lanes, in my candy coated Chevy dripping stain
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| I’m flier than a motherfucker, hotter than a motherfucker
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| Big booty, yellow bone, ridin with a motherfucker
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| That … diamonds in my damn chain
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| I am just a hustler, bitch I do my damn thang
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| Grind through the city, it’s a pity I’ma … low
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| Head in my drop top, about to let my keyz go
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| All about the paper chase, benjamins, jacksons
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| for love of money make, the law of attraction
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| Its, all, Good,
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| nigga, I’m in this bitch and I’m happy to be
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| I’m feeling myself while im rockin the beat
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| Its poppin so ima just drop for the street
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| Haters is lookin like how can that be
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| Im blazing the weed like im Wahoo the Chief
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| chasing the paper cause I gotta eat
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| (Me doing me?), ya probly gon' feast
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| Ride? |
| like the beast, (?) of the East
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| North side of the Ohio Valley
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| headed west, with them one way tickets
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| Made it, so I ride for Cali
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| yeah I dodge all distractors
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| (with my way ?) Law Of Attraction
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| skills (?) you saw that action
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| Still lil lay I call that fashion
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| Money, my motive, my words, my wisdom,
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| Never gonna blow it,… system
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| nigga want beef, (5 goes and kiss 'em?)
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| Hits 'em, splits 'em, up with rythm
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| Tolerate, no buster-ism
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| layzie gets his (?)
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| ain’t nobody fucking with them
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| Yeah, drop the top down, 9 millimeter on coch now
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| Last time I heard that shot sound, them car jackers was not found
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| When it go round, thinking not now
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| Got thangs to do, and folks to see
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| If you ain’t talking about money man then it ain’t no getting close to me
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| Whole thing x2 |