| Yeah we gettin rich*
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| Yeah we gettin rich
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| Yeah we gettin rich, I said
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| Yeah we gettin rich b-tch my whole crew eating,
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| Yeah we gettin rich b-tch my whole crew eating,
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| It’s 24 you know my demeanor,
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| 24 inches on the Beemer, my
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| Had a baby daddy sayin man hav you seen her,
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| And the n-gga saying yeah she with the n-gga with the beemer,
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| ATL finest, southside behind this,
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| My new nickname is your highness I’m the flyest,
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| I’m the brightest, I got the midest touch,
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| Anything I touch I can bundle up and double up,
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| Switch lanes calm as f-ck,
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| I ride around with money like an armoured truck,
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| Wills Fargo, where’s harbo,
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| Color purple, move wieght like cargo,
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| And yeah I need cheese like nancho,
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| Asap pronto, this feeling is winning,
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| Cinco de meyo, my connect just chilling,
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| But every other day I swear just like Christmas,
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| We got bags like Santa Claus, keys like Piano dawg,
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| When hard came out he came out muslim,
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| When gold came out man, he came out joockin,
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| The life we chose hoes, clothes, dope, doe,
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| That’s all a n-gga know, yep,
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| Yeah we getting rich b-th
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| My whole crew eating (3x)
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| Yeah we getting rich (3x)
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| Can’t be f-cking with you n-gs while I’m dealing with these bricks,
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| That’s the same sh-t that broke Michael Vick,
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| Sh-t happens, pick your best rapper in a battle,
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| Don’t know enough,
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| Don’t play with kids come back when you grown up,
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| Grown man sh-t, this is not Nickelodeon,
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| You wanna see a trick I can show you where I’m holdin em,
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| Trapper of the year the connect, call me,
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| Say the pack in the air I got the check on me,
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| You boys bin phoney talking bout what you holding,
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| N-ggas bullsh-tting rapping boy, keep at least 2 on me,
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| Twin like fish in the suits saying who want em
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| Trying switch the page, today the coupes grey,
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| Tomorrow, the next day it’s orange,
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| While I’m sparring back and forth with a b-tch that’s foreign,
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| Taking off the glasses, smoking weed and laughing,
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| Time for some action, face in my lap b-tch
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| Just like tit said,
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| I think about money I got chickens on my head and your b-tch in my bed,
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| Disturbing the Peace,
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| Luda,
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| Listen,
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| How else can I explain it?
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| Young, black and famous,
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| I sh-t dollar bills, I get money out the anus,
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| I own 12 houses n-ggas still paying rent,
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| I took the may 5 stacks and I ain’t seen the b… since,
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| Too much money, I don’t know how to act with it,
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| So I ride around up in my 93 Ack with it,
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| Like it never happened, like I’m undercover,
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| Like women still licking my Dick when I was Chris Lova,
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| What da f-ck, death to you haters,
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| I wear black everyday like I shop with Darth Vader,
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| Keep the Luke Skywalker force is the chopper,
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| Furry mink coat straight looking like Chewbacca,
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| You can’t stop us, even if you tried,
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| Closet looking like some gaters just crawled in and died,
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| And we have gathered here today for the mula,
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| Rich n-ggas, dolla boy, tity boi, Luda,
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| Playas Circle N-gga,
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| DTP
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