| All money ain’t good money
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| But ain’t no money like the show money
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| We came from the bottom to the top floor
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| Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
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| Money problems everybody got those
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| But now a days we don’t got those
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| Birkin bag all my bitches got those
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| No Chanel everybody got those
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| Shooters on the roof know we got those
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| Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
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| I pull up in a Full Metal Jacket
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| Pop shots, Top notch with the ratchet
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| I leave a nigga dead on the asphalt
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| Slap em in the face tell em take them fuckin' pants off
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| T’d Up, G’d Up when we stance off
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| Two to the chest make a bitch nigga dance off
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| Goin' with the Wizzin, Juice with the Gizzin'
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| Rides til' I’m Risen, strong with the pizzen'
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| You don’t know, oh, I fucked your hizzoe
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| Timbo, the Designer, and finer fuck what it cizzost
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| See everything I’m rock and wear its handmade
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| If she with me then she got it all you understand me
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| We came from the bottom to the top floor
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| Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
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| Money problems everybody got those
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| But now a days we don’t got those
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| Birkin bag all my bitches got those
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| No Chanel everybody got those
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| Shooters on the roof know we got those
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| Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
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| The police, motherfuckin' gang to me
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| And money, ain’t a motherfuckin' thang to me
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| Let me break it down for you, keep a few shooters
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| And a damn good lawyer
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| Preparation for the worst, meditation with this verse
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| Education, Rebirth, cause you know if you last you first
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| And everybody wanna be the best, Red bottom shoes for your Louie bag on your
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| neck
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| Baby remember before you had shoes
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| When yo' life was filled with nothing but bad news
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| See everything I rock and wear is handmade
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| If she with me then she got it all you understand me
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| We came from the bottom to the top floor
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| Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
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| Money problems everybody got those
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| But now a days we don’t got those
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| Birkin bag all my bitches got those
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| No Chanel everybody got those
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| Shooters on the roof know we got those
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| Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
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| New cars got that, good weed blow that
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| Bag bitch yessir, OG for sure that
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| Used to stay with my momma on the couch
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| Like the Jeffersons I’m moving on up and I’m out
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| Penthouse with the butler who waits by the door
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| To ensure I’m the only motherfucker on this floor
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| I got game, I got fame, I got cash, I got love
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| I got so many hoes, I’m bout to open a club
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| You got me, I got you, you got one, I got two
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| Stop by and have a good time its popping' at Snoops
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| Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
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| Me and Timberland remember we bringin' it back
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| We came from the bottom to the top floor
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| Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
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| Money problems everybody got those
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| But now a days we don’t got those
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| Birkin bag all my bitches got those
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| No Chanel everybody got those
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| Shooters on the roof know we got those
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| Hear a couple shots, hope you got those |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Got Those , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album Coolaid, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп