| Lot of old stars, lot of new brothers
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| All makin a movie, but none of thems the Hughes brothers
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| Gotta laugh at my wittyness
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| 'Bout makin some change, but you can feel my paper miss
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| Love gritty chicks, real hoodie chicks
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| You know what I need cause I’m an idiot
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| Brains and the money machine cause I’m gettin it
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| Did' call me (Miracle) man cause I’m (Whippin) it
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| A lot of reefer and the large Hennessy
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| 'Bout a thousand a bottle for the Richard Hennessy
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| Just pay for it, heaven sent
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| And the live ascent block the chron chron scent, yes!
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| Baby, baby, baby, don’t turn away — from love
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| Baby, baby, baby, don’t turn away — from love
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| I’m just sippin Courvoisier
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| Tell the accountants and the money, the concierge
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| Sauna to the steam room, put it in the air
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| Told you that I’m sittin on it somethin like a chair
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| Hey ladies! |
| Dear babies
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| I’m the last gangster left, it’s so crazy
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| It’s impostors, it’s no shocker
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| If that shit come in a can it ain’t lobster
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| If that boy come with a guard he ain’t a mobster
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| But I am, I ride hard
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| And fly too high for the SkyCam
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| Club to the Benz to the telly short time span
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| Short dude… big moves
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| Window stretch floor to the ceiling, big view
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| Real suite all a treat to a visual
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| All this from bein a street individual
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| I ain’t the richest nigga, who am I to kid you?
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| But I’ll set the standard for G, that they live to
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| Listen boo, I ain’t tryin to kid you (nah)
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| I’ll tell you what it do and what it did do
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| And then tell you what you gon' do
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| Hit this drink and blunt right in front of you
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| Better hope I don’t front on you
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| Real boss, I can do what I wanna do |