| This for the block, there’s no place like show business
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| Hell naw nigga, I’m serious
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| I’m honored, I’m back
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| Take this muh’fucken rap money
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| And bring it back to the block nigga
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| Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
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| That drank money, you gettin it
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| You know, I’m just worried about me now
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| Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
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| Hey, now let’s get it
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| After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
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| And nigga I don’t half, cause I want the whole block
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| Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
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| Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it
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| Ay I told you muh’fuckers I’ma bounce back
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| With three million in cash, potna count that
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| If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
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| And when I’m in Europe, I use my flatstack
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| The black car get used fo' times a day
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| My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
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| Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
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| 800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
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| You better step it up, my paper been straight
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| And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
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| I paid for her car, I paid for her books
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| Okay I’m lyin, but don’t that shit go with the hook
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| I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
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| I’m playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
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| He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
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| This ain’t O.G. |
| kush, I like to call it Bubble
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| Ay fuck boy, I’m the James Toney of rap
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| Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
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| A brand new 'Vette, I’m a ladies man
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| Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
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| Ay, money ain’t a thang, you know where I hang
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| And besides music, you know what I slang
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| And you know what I claim, It’s Clover Geez up
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| And don’t you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
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| I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
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| And we ain’t goin nowhere, so just face it
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| I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
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| I make G’s with my words cause it earn dough
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| Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
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| And then be forced to take a break for two years
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| But the block got love for the God
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| So you know it ain’t shit for me to get a nigga robbed
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| For the block niggas |