| Niggas say it was the gold links and the top shelf drinks
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| That had your ass stitched up, before ya switched up
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| Used to love a nigga, and then I crossed the game
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| Couldn’t change, so now the scene remains the same
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| You wanna be hard, tuffy, but I know ya
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| Don’t make me bring up all the shit I did for ya
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| Ya flip the script when ya hang with them hoes
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| You better quit woofin before you get a woopin
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| (Simply E)
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| I must admit I had your back from the start
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| I was your lady and my man you played the part
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| Of the big shot, the rich brother on the block
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| Anything I wanted you would by it on the spot
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| Diamond rings, gold chains and things
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| You showed me off right
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| Make the money, act funny
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| Is that the routine, oh it’s how you wanna work it
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| Hoo-ride with your friends like I’m all on it
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| It ain’t even that serious
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| I know a whole lot a brothers wanna get with this
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| It ain’t all about you so remember this
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| Man make the money, money don’t make the man
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| It’s not about you baby, it’s not about you baby
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| It’s not about you baby, its not about you
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| It’s not about you baby, it’s not about you baby
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| It’s not about you baby, it’s not about you
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| (E and Rich talking)
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| Where you been?
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| What, where I been? |
| Check this out, don’t ask me no shit like that
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| First of all, how the fuck you gonna act
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| Comin at me with some of that bullshit
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| (Richie Rich)
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| Art and Link let her, should’ve told you better
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| If it ain’t about me, the shit ain’t G
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| Do you understand, what I do, is what I do
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| And why I do, what I do to you
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| Is other business, so shit don’t get it twisted
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| You mixed it up so now I got to fix it up
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| Hate when a nigga get to chin checkin
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| Straighten that ass up in ten seconds
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| Can’t bust a move, if your hair ain’t hit, nails ain’t hit
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| New boots, tryna look cute
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| Girl I made you, and I can unplug the switch
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| Never ever cross the Rich
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| You bite the hands of the feeder, and see how quick you lose weight
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| And still them small dudes you date
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| You fuckin 'round with them losers, and now you ain’t on your toes
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| I told you 'bout them raggedy hoes
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| (Simply E)
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| I used to worship the ground you walked on
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| So glad I moved on, got my own thing poppin
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| Ho hoppin, ain’t quite Erica
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| I the woman, you the man, who’s Tabitha
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| Who’s Jessica, Kimberly and Keisha
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| You was the bomb-diddy, now you just a piece of my memories
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| You and me, child please
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| Double R you’s a star, ooh, now you wanna act up
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| Throw ya hands up like you wanna fight somethin
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| My crew’ll run up in ya spot like it ain’t nothin, name callin
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| In an hour you’ll be crawlin on your knees beggin 'please, baby baby, please'
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| (Richie Rich)
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| When I found you, you was a puppy with no collar
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| Believe I raised ya, and taught you 'bout the dollar
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| Cartier par 've, was the shit we stroke
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| Whole slabs of crab, so fat, remember that
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| It’s off the hook, and now your ass is gone
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| See ya later gator, you still fuckin with them haters
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| Used to ride big body with the chrome shit
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| But now you busy eatin lunch with the homies |