| And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper
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| And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater
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| For the love of the money, the love of the dough
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| For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure
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| And I know, And I know
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| Who said that money isn’t everything?
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| Whoever told you that they a damn liar
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| Cause all this money, it can buy you everything
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| I don’t know nothing that money can’t buy
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| I ain’t never sinned, I ain’t ever crossed over
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| Gotta go to Panama, I don’t want it chopped up
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| Everywhere I go I’m pulling up burners
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| The first to get the money, drop some, murder something
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| Defend this code, the feds all delivering
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| Yeah, I fuck with Papi, but no, I ain’t Dominican
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| For the love of dividends, spin around the block
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| I let them know I got it cause he out there round the clock
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| In the projects jewelry mean you made it
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| And the body might get you famous
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| And the key might get you stopped
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| Fuck with me, I might get you opp
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| It’s no apology, nigga, it’s criminology, nigga
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| And I ain’t never jealous, and I don’t get emotional
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| Its all about familia, I do what I’m supposed to do
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| Talking up boutique sales, tying up the loose ends
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| Know me from the project, They used to go «yo who that»?
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| Copped all my mixtapes, you tryna roll up
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| You heard I was moving shit, wait a second, hold up
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| Be careful what you say, They tryna get inside, the phones, they got ears
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| They also got eyes, you know
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| You break it down and you get a watch
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| Be breaking down and we get them blocks
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| Cause if you play around getting guap
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| We gonna lay you down, get a mop
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| We sigh, we grind and we here
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| No, everywhere, every day, ever route
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| Every smoke that we light and it’s on
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| Lets Go |