| It’s your turn now it’s on me
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| Plat around my wrist
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| On ma hips a chrome thing
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| Steal from your mother cause shes a coke fein
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| Got rich overnight all started from a dream
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| Introduce me to your wife now that’s the wrong thing
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| Got chicks everywhere everytime my phone rings
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| It’s a light skin thing, or maybe it’s a dark one
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| Got so many whips I can’t remember where I park one
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| Celebrate everyday my childhood was a harsh one
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| But I’m back now 20 g’s stack in my pocket
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| Mob figa chain and your girl wana rock it
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| Mob figa laywers accounts in stock markets
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| Make a million dollars while you other rappers targets
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| And all the girls say, say say
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| This ain’t pdiddy makin the band this a g in the p city wavin my hand
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| On the stage while the crowd in rage a skeet skeet
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| God dam ask mama over there why she playin
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| I see you peekin but you ain’t speekin I’m from the bay but I hit LA every
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| weekend
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| She said she cuban but I thought she was puertorican
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| Fired up the purple and the gals start geekin
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| I guess it’s been a while since a treal niga been around
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| Bend her down jeah it was real spontaneous
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| She not the smartest chick but she got brains ma nigg
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| Stop at the light let the screens do a hunid
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| Leada hoes in a daze for a second then gun it
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| Up the block one time for ma nigas out there
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| Tvs in the scraper let the whistle pipes blare
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| Can’t c where you at but they hear you everywhere
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| 22s in the van shock em with the 5th wheel
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| Beats slappin so hard givin nigas the chills
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| Runnin in all you hoes the drill
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| Neva popped pills but I pop suckas with the steel
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| Self made millionare
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| You say it’s on to get a deal
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| You really just a square
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| Try to compete with a playa but itll never work
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| I’m a rich motha fucka I never work |