| The experience is everything
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| You in a privileged position to learn a thing or two
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| So get your pens out, get your tape recorders ready
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| Get your mental thing going
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| Me and Khrysis bout to take you on a journey
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| It’s Rapper baby, take you home maybe
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| Like to play the bottom so girls call me lazy
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| Uh, kinda crazy, nah rather cute
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| Wear the T3 button or a Ralph Lauren suit
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| The ball’s in my hands, no pass, rather shoot
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| Baby of the group but I’m no junior
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| She said see you later but I wanna come sooner
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| On that LL, I be Doin It, doin her
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| Huh, I’m so outa the box
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| I’m so left field like I play for the Sox
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| I’m a homerun hitter, show time spitter
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| Damn he’s so mammish, no I’m so mammy
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| Quite uncanny, hoes can’t stand me When the time coming let’s fly to Miami
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| Tamika, Tammy, Lisa, Randy
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| Topless tanning on the beach I can be Yeah, you wanna know what it is?
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| You say I’m crazy, well I’m crazy baby handling biz
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| Yeah, you wanna see how I do?
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| Well I’m crazy when I do it baby, how bout you?
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| I talk with a slang and I walk with a swagger
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| He got an aura like shit don’t matter
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| Throw a lil’chatter, watch your heart start to patter
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| Pity, why these girls be acting so silly?
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| Fine young philly, hometown’s Philly
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| Really? |
| I really got a taste for Ishkabibble’s
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| Scribbled-down numbers, twenty on the button
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| Told her holler back if she ever needed something
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| Wanting something, that something is him
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| She want a major man, he tryna be her friend
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| Well look baby girl, this where the conversation ends
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| Don’t be mislead cause he flashed a few grands
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| Showed a lil’dimple, showed a lil’charm
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| I got one occupying my arm and that’s work
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| I’m on the horn tryna make this thing work
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| If you hear me let me hear you say chuuch… chuuch
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| So I ain’t the cutest, you already knew this
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| Pooh is chasing them down to say I hate you
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| No I won’t date you, your life shouldn’t end
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| Go do like I and take it out on the pen
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| Jotting down emotions, pencil in your diary
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| I read, I inspire to make millions
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| Buy a couple buildings, flip them bricks
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| You want the story of my life? |
| Well you hearing the script
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| Non-descript, nigga with a forty-six hip
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| Took a trip down South, never came back
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| VA alum’do his thang on the track
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| Hoes begging me to come back
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| They ain’t want a nigga cause they thought a nigga was fat
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| Now I’m fat cause they see me on the box and they think I’m all that
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| Hoes is wack, wonder why I don’t go back
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| Cause of silly ass shit like that, now keep down
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| Yeah, I said how bout you?
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| When I’m doing what I’m doing baby, how bout you?
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| Yeah, uh, I said how bout you?
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| When I’m doing what I’m doing baby, how bout you? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song What Was Lost, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп