| Haha!
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| Whoo, whoo, whoo!
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| Man I feel like moneyyyyy! |
| (man I feel like money!)
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| They’re attracted to me! |
| (oh, yeah?)
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| They come around like honeyyyyyy! |
| (they come around like honey!)
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| Cause I’m fly like a bee! |
| (oh, yeah?)
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| Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!
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| ) buzzin',
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| Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
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| Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!
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| ) buzzin',
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| Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
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| Yeah, uh! |
| — Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
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| Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
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| Black mask, black Mag' - brown bag;
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| Drop down now or nigga I’ll shoot your black ass!
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| I’m a magnet to money, the paper is where I’m at
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| They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
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| I’m a P-I-M-P yo chick just chose me
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| I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
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| Control your hate trick, nothing good to say
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| Don’t say shit, keep walkin' quit talkin' keep it movin'!
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| We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
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| From New York to L.A. through the Bay; |
| right?
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| Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
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| And I know ya like it when it’s just like that. |
| (that!)
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| All the girlies just love my swag (swag!)
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| From my kicks to the way I fix my hat. |
| (hat!)
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| I’m — back! |
| (hey!) — Fresh like some new J’s (yeah!)
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| Brodie got next NBA to pay.
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| I’m too paid! |
| (paid!) — Shaded — with some ladies
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| Reppin' my city; |
| West L.A. baby! |
| (WEST L.A., BABY!)
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| West L.A. made me this way. |
| (way!)
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| Two rules: Stay fresh, homie and get paid!
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| Hey! |
| (heeyy!) — Never broke! |
| — And never bummy! |
| (why)
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| I’m from where it’s forever sunny. |
| (okay!)
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| When I come around! |
| — 'Round, 'round…
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| They go…
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| Yeah, yeah! |
| It’s going down, down, down…
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| They go…
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| Uh! |
| — New cat with a' old school feel (feel!)
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| Only new artist with a old school deal. |
| (yeah!)
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| Tied to the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
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| So we always win, don’t receive no help. |
| (nah!)
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| New girls act like they know me so well
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| But I shows no love and be like: «Oh, well! |
| «(well!)
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| When my album drops, sure as hell goin' sell (yup!)
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| Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L!
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| When I come around! |
| — 'Round, 'round…
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| They go…
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| Yeah! |
| — When I come around! |
| — 'Round, 'round…
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| They go…
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| When I step in yo town! |
| — Town, town…
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| They go…
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| Yeah, yeah! |
| — It's going down; |
| down, down…
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| They go…
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| Yee-uh Yee-uh! |
| — Shawty in my ear (uhh!)
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| Saying all the things that I wanna hear.
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| BUZZIN'! |
| — And as the night ends (uhh!)
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| I’m a have her and get all her friends.
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| BUZZIN'! |
| — Okay! |
| — Hands in the air (yee-uh!)
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| From the back to the front everywhere.
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| BUZZIN'! |
| — Throwin' out 20's, throwin' out hundreds
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| Ladies gotta love it! |