| Let me be the man and get the money
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| Baby how that sound?
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| When I’m feelin' high I’m probably on some light skin
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| When I’m feelin' low I’m on some brown
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| Won’t you come straight to California
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| We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
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| Know around the world get nasty
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| And I’m a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be
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| And I’m a be right there, right by where the cash be
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| That’s where the cash be
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| Mula, fetty, you not ready
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| I’m a get the cheese but the bread was spaghetti
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| Letti said he can play with them broads
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| Opportunistic I stay on them hoes
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| I ain’t got time to be handing with y’all
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| 'Specially when there is no money involved
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| Joint seem mighty long
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| Red beam on his dome
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| Point seen money gone
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| Let me be the man and get the money
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| Baby how that sound?
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| When I’m feelin' high I’m probably on some light skin
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| When I’m feelin' low I’m on some brown
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| Won’t you come straight to California
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| We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
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| Know around the world get nasty
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| And I’m a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be
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| And I’m a be right there, right by where the cash be
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| Robert De Niro, fly as a sparrow
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| Profit to profit, arrow to pharaoh
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| El Bueno, hustle like Maino
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| All money in, no draino
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| Cato, body, get it like I get mines
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| Smoke papers, Jamaica, I make it, bake it, shake it, or make it
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| Never had to fake it to make it
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| Just put the pedal to the metal rock it up to get flakey
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| I’m living the fast life
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| Jet after jet and try to keep my cash right
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| I know you understand the meaning
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| Hand full of green and while the fans keep feigning
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| Straight up, no leaning, I’m right where the chips at
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| Or even in the hood where the crips at
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| Joint seem mighty long
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| Red beam on his dome
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| Point seen money gone
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| Let me be the man and get the money
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| Baby how that sound?
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| When I’m feelin' high I’m probably on some light skin
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| When I’m feelin' low I’m on some brown
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| Won’t you come straight to California
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| We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
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| Know around the world get nasty
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| And I’m a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be
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| And I’m a be right there, right by where the cash be
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| That’s where the cash be
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| All right now I need passion to the stage
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| Destiny, Melia, Passion
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| I need y’all to the stage let’s go
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| I need y’all on the stage let’s go
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| Work, work, work
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| In a white ghost sipping holy water
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| Always been the type to get it close to porters
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| After play, Barry Bonds, out the park, I got hits
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| What you mean? |
| I through the tarp
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| At the wall, off the wall
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| I feel like Mike, I don’t miss
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| Niggas talkin' shit
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| Saying I didn’t fuck that pussy into one-nighty
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| HItting that pussy quit was just aight, uhh
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| Not at all I ain’t get to see the wall
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| I cocked 'em off, fuck them all
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| Fuck the law, fuck you thought
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| I ain’t change, seen my chain looks like the car
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| Flashy man, flashy this and dancing on me
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| Dirty dancing, dancing like my double cup
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| Lemonade to niggas that be acting tough
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| See you got money I just double up
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| Multiply, fuck addition, fuck your position
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| Macauley Culkin, rich and riches
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| This the life, then walk away it’s so delicious
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| Up in Dubai, Sushi hella bitches
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| Aw man wrote a check, 2 commas, lean lean
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| Tell em' I need two shots, or two o' clock
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| Plus that adds about 2000, teardrops
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| Pull up with my crew in silent nights
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| I need a girl who will do whatever I want
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| I need a girl who will do whatever I want |