| You that time is money so a young nigga clock it! |
| I’m ballin' in the game while
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| them other just watchin'. |
| You makin' in a week I got stuffed up in my pocket!
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| The money ain’t a thang, gettin' money’s not an option.
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| I need a rubber band can’t fit this money in a wallet! |
| My bank account is
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| makin' ya’ll sick to ya stomach, gettin' rich and I love it, my piff got a
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| budget and your bitch probly thinkin' about the prints, she ain’t frontin'!
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| Homie you ain’t seen nothin'! |
| I’m blowin' on the overdose. |
| Thirty five large
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| and that’s just for doin' a show with you. |
| Talkin' how I live it now I’m
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| gettin' it how I’m suppose to do. |
| Shinin' like I know the do, grinden I could
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| show you dudes!
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| Hit the mall up dawg spendin' money by the grand! |
| Blow a couple stacks and pop
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| another rubber band! |
| Make it hard to understand, I ain’t spend it like that.
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| Niggas know me I’m the man and we gettin' it right back! |
| So we!
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| We poppin' rubber bands, spending money by the grand, what you make up in a
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| week, nigga I got it in my pants (Wiz- SO WE!)
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| No I ain’t gon' stunt! |
| (Stunt) Hold on what they want! |
| (Want) What you make off
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| in a week, I just roll up in a blunt! |
| (Blunt) I got rumble in my trunk!
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| (Trunk) Money on my mind (Mind) Hennessy in my cup! |
| (Cup) Switch up fold up
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| that pine! |
| (Pine)
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| Hoes be nothin' but dimes! |
| (Yeahh!) Opens up in they mind, I never spoke for
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| you dudes! |
| Told you I would get mine! |
| (Gettin'!) Chavold fo' them shows
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| (Gettin'!) Guavo fo' them O’s! |
| What you makin' in a year I spend more shoppin'
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| for my clothes!
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| I’m ballin' like a pro! |
| Your doe is kinda minor. |
| My money on the road lookin'
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| something like a tire and they lovin' my atire! |
| I’m lean in them verse but I
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| switch to Micheal Veres and my vision got clearer! |
| (Clearer) It’s all about the
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| paper man the paper need mirrors. |
| Could never give a fuck about a hater,
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| can’t fear em'. |
| (Nahh) It’s been so conversation, you ain’t cakin' can’t hear
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| em' (NO!) I’m post in the Burgh get money to the ceilin' So we!
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| We poppin rubber bands, spendin' money by the grand, what you make up in a week,
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| nigga I got it in my pants (Wiz- SO WE!) |