| [Chorus: Tyga]
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| Uh, gray snow in my house alarm
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| Countin cash every morning before I leave home (leave home)
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| Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone
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| And before I leave home (leave home)
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| I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know
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| (Before I leave home, leave home)
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| I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know
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| (Before I leave home)
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| [Birdman:]
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| So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb
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| Just cooked up left the kitchen full of bird, ya heard
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| That's the word you can get served
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| From the bullets to the keys is how we urge
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| To move on and groove and get the money straight
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| Flip another cake 27, 28
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| I got the tax on the bubble
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| The money in the Hummer, we shine every summer
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| Yeah so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down
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| Hood down, put it down uptown
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| Catch me rollin in my Bentley
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| Tooled up pussy with a bitch and I'm all in it
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| [Chorus]
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| [Tyga:]
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| Uh, sunshine like the brightest day
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| Momma do you remember the time, Michael J
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| When I seen the video I said that's gon be me
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| And I ain't have to dream I made it my reality
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| Folks laughed at me now everybody mad at me
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| I skipped class and I shitted on the faculty
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| Young Money greedy, Cash Money greedy
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| Get it I'm gon eat it, never bite the hand that feeds me
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| Shout out Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby
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| Top back south beach, hoes drive me crazy
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| Watching out for fake shit, rats on some snake shit
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| Give me rats for my statements
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| I'm that amazing
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| [Chorus]
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| [Lil Wayne:]
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| Uh, on my way to get it
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| I'm a hustla write it down take a picture bitch print it
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| Ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot
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| The game ain't sweet, but money make you forgive it
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| Uh, and nothings promised but a graveyard
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| Can't see myself dyin' broke, Ray Charles
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| Yea, now rock steady in this mutherfucker
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| Paper come fast Tom Petty in this mutherfucker
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| Uh, now do a doughnut in the money
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| I'm on a paperchase, but the paper ain't running
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| Now fuck the World till it's cummin, here it comes
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| We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money
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| [Chorus] |