| I came to blow a grip
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| You know I don’t care
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| Grab a couple stacks
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| Throw the money in the air
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| Drive the black car
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| Open up the bar
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| Shut tha club down
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| Leave with a couple broads
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| You’re fucking with a star
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| You can see the glow
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| I’m pushing 40 stacks for a 10 minute show
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| Nigga do the math
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| I’ma need a bath
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| Cause I’m filthy rich making money out the ass
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| My little cousin told me,
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| This is my year,
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| I won’t stop till a nigga shuttin down Times Square, yeah!
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| I do this for the block, no lies
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| So I can drop the top on the 645
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| See, until you’re on top niggas don’t show respect
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| My name Mims, aka cut the check, see I keep it so hot but I never bust a sweat,
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| I used to play the bench, but now I’m on deck
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| When I’m hopping off the jet, niggas face look upset,
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| But I’m quick to tell them
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| It’s alright
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| Woahhh
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| I’m so quick to tell them
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| It’s alright
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| Woahhh
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| Now you know your shit popping when the chick you just met,
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| got your name tattooed on the ass and the neck
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| all the ladies love me,
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| I’m their favorite MC
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| Nigga true definition, «P.I.M.P.»
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| There ain’t a place I ain’t been
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| Every strip, every scene
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| Like my nigga B.I.G. |
| said, «It was all a dream»
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| Now I’m sitting in the Beam, inside money green,
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| Nigga all about the cash you can tell how I lean
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| Keep your eyes on the beam like I told you in the Hot song,
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| It’s all about the cake, being broke ain’t an option
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| Haters in the hood, with the heat, trying to pop strong
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| I’ma quick grip when they see me with the rock song
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| My name Mims, aka cut the check, see I keep it so hot but I never bust a sweat,
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| I used to play the bench, but now I’m on deck
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| When I’m hopping off the jet, niggas face look upset,
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| But I’m quick to tell them
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| It’s alright
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| Woahhh
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| I’m so quick to tell them
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| It’s alright
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| Woahhh
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| I’m the freshest muthafucka on the scene,
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| A grand on the jeans sitting on some ice cream,
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| I represent New york, big city of dreams, where we ride on 10's,
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| but you know we keep it clean
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| See I lay my game down,
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| Flip a few styles,
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| ten times out of ten you gone like the way it sounds,
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| you know I get it in, and if you don’t like it, it’s fine
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| So get yours 'cause I’ma definitly get mine
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| My name Mims, aka cut the check, see I keep it so hot but I never bust a sweat,
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| I used to play the bench, but now I’m on deck
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| When I’m hopping off the jet, niggas face look upset,
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| But I’m quick to tell them
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| It’s alright
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| Woahhh
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| I’m so quick to tell them
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| It’s alright
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| Woahhh |