| Give me all of the props that you have
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| I want all of the props that you own
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| I got nobody here, I’m alone
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| I got stacks, I got money to blow
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| I got a name that makes you listen when you hear it
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| I got a face that makes you wish that I was single
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| I got a house, I got a pool, I got a kitchen
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| With a food corner only for the kittens
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| You try to get in
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| You must be kidding
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| I got a black list with your name written
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| I got a tattoo of my own personal symbol
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| It’s really simple
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| Please get the signals
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| Maybe you should stick to writing jingles
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| And leave the big game to the real winners
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| I leave 'em all shaking
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| Janet Jackson
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| Everything gold we ain’t even ashamed
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| All these records gold
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| Midas touch now sip Chardonnay
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| Finally we got it real good
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| And all that we see is a blur
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| Finally we got it real good
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| Touch down as we cruise through the hood
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| I wear my money on my sleeve
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| Every time of the day every day of the year
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| I won’t discuss facts with you my dear
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| Just to make it clear
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| You’re the man of the house
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| You’re the man pretty woman
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| I’m the woman of the year
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| And you can tell all your friends
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| That we’d rather drink gin on my plane than party here
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| Everything gold we ain’t even ashamed
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| All these records gold
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| Midas touch now sip Chardonnay
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| Finally we got it real good
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| And all that we see is a blur
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| Finally we got it real good
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| Touch down as we cruise through the hood
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| Try me today
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| I don’t think you can beat me today
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| I don’t think you can fuck with me today
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| I don’t think you can fuck with me anyway
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| Everything gold we ain’t even ashamed
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| All these records gold
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| Midas touch now sip Chardonnay
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| Finally we got it real good
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| And all that we see is a blur
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| Finally we got it real good
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| Touch down as we cruise through the hood |