| Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple
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| Game simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain’t
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| Now who the hell gon' save it right
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| That ain’t gon' change the way you think
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| I took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch
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| Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky
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| Man that blunt did it, sour then McDonald’s make the world pick
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| (If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it
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| (Get it) While it’s gettin good and hold it for a minute
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| Let that shit bubble, weigh it up and chop it when it’s finished
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| (We gon' drop it when it’s finished) for some dollars and some pennies
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| Like a dime relentless, Nappy niggas all about the Benji’s
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| (Benji?) Not the dog naw, we’re talkin bout the dead prez
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| Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed bread
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| Dough like the cash flow, finna keep my fo-cus
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| Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit
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| (Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit?)
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| Boy yeain’t know that money make the world go
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| Hustlin for pennies, nine-four for it real slow
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| Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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| Damn, ain’t it funny how we all about the Benji’s?
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| Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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| Won’t you give me a dollar since ya got so many
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| Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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| Damn, ain’t it funny how we all about the Benji’s?
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| Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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| Won’t you give me a dollar since ya got so many
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| (Whatchu want man?)
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| (?) said a hundred for that
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| Super happiness, a blunt and a sack
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| Who could we feel like this, I don’t need no crack
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| Weed smoke comin out the front of the 'Lac (chrome)
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| Gun in the lap and a gun in the back
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| Come to realize we was goin that fast
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| I blink my eyes, follow runnin my tags (get out the car)
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| Next time I travel somewhere dirty I’ma come in a cab
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| I can’t knock all the rocks you rock
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| How I’ma cop all them yachts ya got?
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| You get props on the bop-she-bop
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| Let’s keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT!
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| Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner
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| Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it’s outta order
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| Spinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder)
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| The dollar value gets shorter as you get older
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| Hey come here for a minute
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| Don’t tell nobody I told you but uh…
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| The dollar value gets shorter as you get older
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| Aww, y’all boys done up and done it, spun it, flaunt it
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| Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I’m blunted
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| Everybody fend for they self — they tell me strong-arm
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| While it’s only ten on the shelf (watch out! watch out!)
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| Like this, Galloping Ghost flow ferocious
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| Break down bones like osteoperosis (ohh!)
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| Prophit’s in a coma, back stuffed with explosives
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| Postage to the White House, fuck all that bullshit
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| It’s kinda funny, everybody love money to death
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| Not that, 3% control America’s wealth
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| Need some help? |
| Look at yourself, sure ya do
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| Y’all feel like «fuck the world?» |
| me too
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| (?), can’t get rich being complacent
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| Know ya gotta rebel when ya can’t make a payment
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| Water like ice cubes for big faces
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| Face it, we’re livin with racists, outrageous
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| Wild, host-ile, shake up stages, contagious
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| Young baby don’t have patience, what my name is?
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| R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence
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| Dime, quarter, nickel, penny…
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| Dime, quarter, nickel, penny…
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| Dime, quarter, nickel, penny… |