| I needed some rims bad and I knew just how to get them.
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| And I sure as hell wasn’t gonna pay for them.
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| All I had to do was to catch some fool slippin' and jack his ass
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| Nigga what the fuck you want from me?
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| Nigga, you know what the fuck I want nigga.
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| I want your motherfuckin' Dayton’s, and your motherfuckin' stereo,
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| and I’ll take a double burger with cheese
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| What?!
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| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| Bitch, I’m YG 400
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| Bitch, I’m YG 400
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| I want a four door Benz that fit all my friends
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| So I could pull up on a bitch and tell her «bitch, get in»
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| Bitch, I want the crib, nobody know where I live
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| Cause that’s where I hide all my shit
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| Diamonds on my wrist, on my neck and other wrist
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| Got damn, look at this
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| Oh, she want a kid? |
| She wanna trip when I dip
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| Damn, bitch, let me live
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| I wanna be a baller, hit the mall, ring it all up
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| It’s ten G’s, ring it all up
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| Hit the strip club, we make a mess, she clean it all up
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| Black Chyna, clean it all up
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| I do it cause I can, African American
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| They never wanted us to have bands
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| Do you hear what I’m saying?
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| This was not in they plan
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| But now a young nigga got bands and…
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| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| Bitch, I’m in a 600
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| Bitch, I’m in a 600
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| I want an all black Benz without no tints
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| So you can see the gold glow when the sun shine in
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| Put Pirellis on stocks, I don’t want no rims
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| Want a big stash spot to put this four-five in
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| I want all my niggas ballin' in the fast lane
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| Hundred some thick when we pull up to the valet (what?)
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| Park and hop out with the mad face
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| Cause niggas think shit turned down since the cash came
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| Oh, fuck that, heard shots then we bust back (bang)
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| Bullet proof everything, you can trust that
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| You done it like we done it, I suggest that (why?)
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| Cause would you rather be the victim or the suspect?
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| Oh, no, I came too forth
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| Changed my ways, no, I change my broad
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| Chase my change, never change my squad
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| And stack 'till I can change my car, cause…
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| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| Bitch, I’m YG 400
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| (It's Fifty, bitch, I keep it one hundred)
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| We blew a hunna G’s on some bitches out in Vegas
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| It’s YG and Fifty, niggas know they can’t fade it
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| She get the seven digits, she could say she hit the jackpot
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| Accountants ain’t counting money coming out the crack spots
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| Come through in a motorcade, bitch, we shut your block down
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| Foreigns everywhere, you know a nigga on top now
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| We tipping bitches, stripping, bust it open for a real nigga
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| You thinking she won’t, I’m thinking hell yeah, she will figure
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| There’s gonna be a party right after the party
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| She may menage with somebody
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| Cause we got bitches with us that’s bringing more bitches, get it?
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| I bet you your bitch with it, she come through she gon' get it
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| This is nothing personal, now why would this be hurting you?
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| Bottles poppin', pussy poppin', mollies in the water
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| Crazy shit that we be doing with somebody’s daughter
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| Have me thinking, damn nigga, we be out of order
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| We turn up too loud, they call the law on us
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| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
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| I need my money, that don’t ever end
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| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
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| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| Bitch, I’m YG 400
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| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
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| Bitch, I’m YG 400 |