| I got a hundred Gs on my line
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| I ain’t eatin' Jacksons when I be in Overtown
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| Bitch I’m eatin' lavish, look up, ho, it’s snowin' now
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| I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. |
| League gon' hold it down
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| Got a odor there in the attic, that’s a couple pounds
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| New Rolex that I ordered, that’s a hundred thou'
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| Time to milk the game, bitch I went and bought a cow
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| My nigga GDK a goon, he’ll gun you down
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| Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down
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| My nigga Nut so slick, they ain’t pat him down
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| I got a hundred niggas on my line
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| A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold it down
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| Addicted to money, addicted to chips
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| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
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| Addicted to this, addicted to that
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| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack
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| I’m addicted to money, addicted to chips
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| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
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| Addicted to this, addicted to that
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| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack
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| Alright my patience runnin' thin
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| Olympic pools of money, I’m just glad I learned to swim
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| Cannonball, bitch, I hope your diving board’s sturdy
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| And I hope when dinner’s cold, my niggas do not desert me
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| Nah, but shit’s all good
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| The deal got signed and my split’s all good
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| And these haters pretendin' that it’s all good
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| Say that shit in person, man I wish y’all would
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| I say you lucky if your father was a figure
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| Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga
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| And my mother so proud cause his son is gettin' bigger
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| I took time to load the bullets, now I’m 'bout to pull the trigger
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| Like boom, boom, boom, I’m a genius, god dammit
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| I ain’t the type to murder you, I’m more the type to plan it
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| So please take a seat if you really can’t stand it
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| Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic
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| But Skinny told me to do me
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| And don’t listen to anybody that knew me
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| Cause to have known me would mean that there’s a new me
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| And if you think I changed in the slightest could’ve fooled me
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| Yeah, nd to my city I’m the two-three
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| Drug dealers live vicariously through me
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| No bench time, nickname Starter-Drake
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| Franchise player, I don’t even get a water break
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| And these other lames is hardly mentioned
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| I bet that with this pen I could draw attention
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| But you can tell by my strut
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| I’m just chillin' in the cut, nigga what, and I’m feelin' like
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| Addicted to money, addicted to chips
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| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
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| Addicted to this, addicted to that
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| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack
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| I’m addicted to money, addicted to chips
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| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
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| Addicted to this, addicted to that
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| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack |