| Money heavy, gotta keep an eye
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| On my people, on my baby, where they all reside (Ooh)
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| Cut the cheque, now I’m verified, ayy
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| Cop the check, now I’m worth the time, ayy
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| Check the cops, make 'em pay the fines
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| Riot in the street, like all the time, damn
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| Murda, murda, murda she wrote (She wrote)
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| Why they gotta hit so low? |
| (So low)
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| Undertaker, stay in the floor (Floor)
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| Why they gotta pistol blow? |
| (Blow)
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| Crowd roarin', that shit clear my mic
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| Crowd surfin', kicked out all the lights (Ooh)
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| Admission goin' up every night
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| Makin' me think twice, I’m like «Fuck, what’s my line?"(Skrr-skrr)
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| Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (Ooh)
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| 'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back (Phew)
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| Get your money up, don’t fuck the money up (Phew, phew)
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| Uh, get your money up, don’t fuck the money up (Skrr) |