| We got that green stuff, Big Tite
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| Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
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| Fin to put it all in y’all face
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| I got too much money, too much cash
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| I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
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| Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue that
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| 22 that, pounds of dro I done blew that
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| You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine
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| My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times
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| I’m top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth
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| I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
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| Open your mouth up you lost, I’m blinding these boys
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| I’m joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
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| Talking noise, cause I ain’t old enough to drank
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| But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
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| I’m top rank, Slim Thug gon talk the talk
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| Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
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| We some paid young G’s, with too much cash
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| Too much flow and do', talking too much trash ha
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| Too much money, too much cash
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| All y’all haters, can kiss our ass
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| We got too much money, too much cash
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| All y’all haters, can kiss our ass
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| Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
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| S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I’m really hot
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| I’m swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
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| Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
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| I bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
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| Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
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| I talk the talk and walk the walk, cause nigga I’m a G
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| Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me
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| Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman
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| And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man
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| I’m sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
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| You see them rocks in my teeth, ain’t none of em fake
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| Give me a break, you think I’m lying or something
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| I’m at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something
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| I’m a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash
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| And y’all haters, y’all can kiss our ass
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| I got too much M-O-N-E-Y
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| Anything I S-E-E, I B-U-Y
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| Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall
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| We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall
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| Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
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| I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
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| Girls bop, automatic cause I’m top of the line
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| I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
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| I’ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a row
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| You can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and fro
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| You see the Spre’s on the car, I bet you my people like the rock
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| When girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say… pulling cameras out
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| Damn I’m hot, when I hit the club I’m bound to line to the bar
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| And for the first hundred people, I’m insuring they car
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| Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
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| We got too much green, and that’s real by far |