| Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar
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| Feel that, I wrote this song bout
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| That little green rectangle
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| Y’all know what I’m talking about
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| Money, hoes, that’s all a nigga want
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| Before you jump in the game, learn your do’s and dont’s
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| You better change your money, don’t let money change you
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| (Your money gone playa), so what you gon do
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| Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock
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| Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks
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| Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle
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| And being on top of your game, is the best angle
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| Cause some people get money, and don’t know how to act
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| Some people get money, and don’t know how to stack
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| I’m only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop
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| Even though I’m rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box
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| Some people hustle what it cooks, I’m just taking it raw
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| And I ain’t never been in jail, I’m good at breaking the law
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| Yeah I’m a young b.g., but I’m bumping and grinding
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| You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming
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| You can check the billboard, I’m jumping and climbing
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| And all you can say is Hump and him shining
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| You better make your money, don’t let money make you
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| Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga
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| I been making money, and I know how to keep it
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| And I don’t cherish money, even though I need it
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| If you ain’t got no money, playa you in some trouble
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| You better learn your do’s and dont’s, to make your currency level
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| The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch
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| While you out there roaching, I’ll be catching platinum checks
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| Man this money don’t make me, I make this money
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| I can tell you ain’t never had none, cause you acting funny
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| Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow
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| I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow
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| Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next
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| I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex
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| What’s next, if your partna turning back all your pennies
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| I wonder how them cats’ll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley
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| I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew
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| But when your money gone playa, what you gon do
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| So what you got a little money, and now you capping
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| Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum
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| When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out
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| Who was the one that came through, and didn’t stick you out
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| Now you running round town, yapping and talking
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| I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking
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| So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more
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| That’s why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store
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| Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky
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| I made it in this rap game, because I’m blessed and I’m lucky
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| I still eat at Kentucky, I’m still wearing Air Macs
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| I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack
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| I’m still wearing tank socks, I’m still playing John Madden
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| I’m still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging
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| Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue
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| But whatever you do, don’t let money change you
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| (*talking*)
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| Y’all don’t know what green rectangles is
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| Y’all don’t know y’all shapes
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| The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that
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| Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper
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| Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper
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| You read what you sell, so don’t let money change you |