| My nigga where you winnin'?
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| Why you ain’t answer your phone?
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| Why you never come around?
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| Why we never hang out?
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' chubby
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| Get it chubby? |
| Fat as fuck
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| Doctor say my wallet got cancer, got a couple lumps
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| Got that a1 yola, not that bubble up
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| Fiends rushing to my car
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| Should have shouted couple questions
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| Ery time we break discos we at least double up
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| I’ll be in and out this lemo' for at least a couple months
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| Bullshit ass chargers lighting up, buck me not
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| Ah, in for a couple guns
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| You can find me in the hood, 20 yard South Jackson
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| Or somewhere in the valley call the money in the masion
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| I’m so international rapping no flagy
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| No twist up, no hands, unless I’m shaking with the fam
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| And we won’t eat ham but we keep the pork chops
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| Let machete ready and that Rambo on the block
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| Loaded and cop, poking to pop, been smoking the rot
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| I notice the cop, he’s rolling the block, patrolling the spot
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| But if it ain’t feds then we don’t stop
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| Told that officer
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| Why you ain’t answer your phone?
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| Why you never come around?
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| Why we never hang out?
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| I’m just out here gettin' money
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| They been investigating me for a while before I realized it
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| That feeling of being watched, that you easily diagnosed with paranoia
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| Until your trebling dots are confirmed and it’s too late
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| They poured up in canvas my neighborhood ironically tearing apart my art
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| It was humbling, crippling, impressive
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| To see the empire that I’ve work so diligently on crumble
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| In minutes I done seen
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| In reality it never existed outside of our minds
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| And the control trap and they allowed us to exchange our monopoly money in
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| They took whatever items that they pleased
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| And then preceded to knock on doors throughout the neighborhood
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| Then the city then outside the city
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| Asking people unique questions about me copping with inexistent allegations
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| Formed to the individuals likely concerns
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| They told the neighbor that Raz, the man that lived by
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| Had been involved in a ring of thefts
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| They told a prostitute girl that I knew
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| That I stabbed and sexually assaulted a woman
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| They told the mother that their daughter was in danger
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| Anything they could do to get answers and build against me
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| They wanted to talk to everyone around me
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| But I was the last person they wanted to talk to
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| It’s one thing when you’re wanted and you have a warrant
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| You know what for and it’s cut and dry
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| It’s a whole different type of torments
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| The long moments that your baby booty is there
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| And stretched out across the bed
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| Awaiting your mother’s correcting ??? |
| to walk in the door
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| And there a few ones on your behind
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| The last paling comparison to the anticipation
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| All this for a little bit of paper
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| Only when the last tree has died
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| When the last river has been poisoned
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| And the last fish has been cut
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| We realize that we can’t eat money |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out Here Gettin' money, artist - Raz Simone. Album song Cognitive Dissonance, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп