| Hahaha everything’s taylord
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| And fuck it we ain’t got to go to the store no more,
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| Got my own papers baby girl, feelin get my own weed too,
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| Get you a pound let you roll that shit,
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| Uh, I’m rollin up the windows while I’m smokin weed,
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| Drivin through my town like I don’t know the speed,
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| Countin so much paper I can’t fold it up,
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| Bad bitch, she suck me while I’m rollin up,
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| Ya bitch, you probably see me everywhere,
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| Money long now my house got tv’s everywhere,
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| Literally everywhere you turn you see a flat screen,
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| New bitch, look nothing like my last fling,
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| Ridin in the maserati nigga no shirt,
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| Niggas probably hatin' on me but it wont work,
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| Camo shorts on like a general,
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| Mind on a mill, blowin on medicinal,
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| I’m just a young nigga hustlinnnnnnn, yeahhh
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| Hustlinnnnn, yeahhhhhhh
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| Been through every nigga town never had a problem,
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| Young millionaire, never had a job though,
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| Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground,
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| As long as your money up she said its goin down,
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| Brought her home girl, said that she don’t do friends,
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| Kick the bitch out and make her find new friends,
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| Should I get hella high or buy some new rims,
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| 745 for a new benz,
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| I take everyday and live like its the weekend,
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| Doin it all if you ain’t ballin take a seat then,
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| If I said it I meant, throw a stack at that bitch ass,
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| Let her pay her rent with it,
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| I’m just a young nigga hustlinnnn, yeahhhh
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| Hustlinnn, yeahhhh |