| 2 grands on my shades, 2 grands on my blunt
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| A extra 30k for that coop cause it go 200
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| 2009 is when I counted my first 200
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| Plug say it’s okay so I’m on the way little hunda
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| Streets craving, fans waiting, tell them that I’m coming
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| They ask me where I’ve been I’ve been in the trap pumping
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| First spot, 3 seat is never told nobody
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| I kick it tough in the trap, no karate
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| Porsche from reefer in the trunk of that escort
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| I get it in I get it out, import, export
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| Louie lugagges, Cartier’s walking through that airport
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| The conversation ain’t about money then I wouldn’t care for it
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| More money more yalts shh, that talk
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| I call that spot the money house, money talk
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| Money talk, that’s that money talk
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| Money talk, that’s that money talk
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| More money more shh, that talk
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| I get it in, I get it out, money talk, money talk
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| Money talk, that’s that money talk
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| Money talk, that’s that money talk
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| That money talking, I’m always listening
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| My undivided, attention span
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| Even when the paper whispering
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| That low load, I’m dipping in
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| Bend the corners and pitching in
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| My id say Tennessee, butthese license say Michigan
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m in the scope
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| But I still ride like Michelin
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| I already hear y’all critics bitching
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| Like here you got talking bout bricks again
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| My shot percentage is over 10
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| In other words, I got bricks again
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| Got a chopper just for you jack niggas
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| Burn fat enough to stick a missile in it
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| Not splitting my dividends
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| With no nigga that ain’t pitching here
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| Got money, I’ll get you touched
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| And I won’t even have to lift a limb
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| I’m balling bitch, I’m 50 win
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| All first place, no second win
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| Dolph know I’m gone gonna kill this beat need to notify his next to kin |