| To all hustla’s with the same interest
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| Bow your heads as the Lord’s mention
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| Prayer service held in the kitchen
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| I wish they never found Jimmy Henchmen
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| I’m what dreams are made of
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| Cocaine Ronald gave us
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| Then Nancy tried to save us
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| By that time we had Motorola pagers
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| Now we push button start motors
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| Yacht owners, you small ballin, that’s pot water
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| Menage a trois' in the bath house
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| Blew money on ‘em, bitches never bad mouth
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| You glass slipper bad whores, I just cash out
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| You open doors, I open jaws and pass out
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| Luxury is just my lifestyle
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| I’m Scott free with a million dollar bright smile
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| You niggas gettin' money, I never hear about it
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| The bricks fell, I skip jail, live to tell about it
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| I’m what dreams are made of
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| I’m what dreams are made of
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| Sell that pussy to me, I’d rather buy it baby
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| Look at ya purse you need the help, you can’t deny it baby
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| I’m what dreams are made of
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| I’m what dreams are made of
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| Yeah, Louboutins under sweats
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| A hundred just landed on responding to a text
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| Niggas talk money but I’m still unimpressed
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| When these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed
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| Hip Hop bores me, hustla’s applaud me
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| Too much school boy, not enough rude boy
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| Nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy
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| And it ain’t even half of my safe, tuck like Jew boy
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| Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
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| It says kilometres all on my speedometer
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| Cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
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| I got the fever, I never took a breather
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| Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether
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| Like Mike Vick chased by Peta
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| More Pony hairs, more Zebras
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| More pythons, more lizards |