| I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah
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| I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah
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| I keep a couple shooters
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| I keep a couple shooters
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| Uh, check it, I’m at the glass table, flashback to my last fable
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| Animal tendencies, hunger is now fatal
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| I can introduce you to pain with hollows in your brain
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| I could extend a hand, but at this point it’s not sane
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| Can you define love? |
| My whole journal has bloodstains
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| I’m off the fine plugs, got to stick to what does the job
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| Before I starve I’d rather go rob, for taking orders from Bob
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| The lifestyles of the poor and the wrong
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| Legend weed and war songs
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| On top of my pyramid, your spirit don’t belong
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| Yeah my cypher, slap you like a windshield wiper
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| Straight up, off GP 'cause I don’t like ya
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| I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah
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| I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah
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| I keep a couple shooters
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| I keep a couple shooters, ya
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| Make a wish like the foundation
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| Create a wealthy generation for my foundation
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| Ain’t no limitations
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| It’s far beyond the skies we always meant to fly
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| That’s right, we all meant to die
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| You gotta pick a side, when you know it’s your time to ride
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| Gotta protect the tribe, the goal is to survive the times
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| By any means, picket clean, bones to the chicken wings
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| We are kings, can’t erase that I bring the payback
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| Copped me a Maybach, stay strapped 'cause we don’t play that
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| I had to say that for you niggas thinking we play that
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| Make sure my tape smack, every verse is like an ounce of crack
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| And when I level up for sure I’m never going back
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| I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah
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| I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah
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| I keep a couple shooters
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| I keep a couple shooters, yeah |