| All my life I hustled just to get that moolah
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| And stack my change up and go see the jeweler
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| Standin' in the kitchen I whip up that work
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| All I ever had was the cocaine
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| My cousin Leeroy was the dope man
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| And GT switchin' four lanes
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| On the stove whip the coke up like propane
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| On the block where the shots go «bang!»
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| Only real niggas really gon' hang
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| All my life, you was saved by the bell
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| I was saved by the cocaine, ay!
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| Young boys with choppers, young boys with lawyers
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| We stand in the kitchen and whip out that work
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| All my life I hustled just to get that moolah
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| And stack my change up and go see the jeweler
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| Standin' in the kitchen I whip up that work
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| Got the trap house bumpin'
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| First in the month where the kids run
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| Got the whole block jumping on fire
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| Name on ring when I come through
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| Addicted to moolah, no favors
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| This feel like a hell of a day bro
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| I’m falling in love with that coco
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| Shit run in my veins and my whole soul
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| Got the whole block in a choke hold
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| Middle finger to the popo
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| Cool is so coola, addicted to moolah
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| All my life I hustled just to get that moolah
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| And stack my change up and go see the jeweler
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| Standin' in the kitchen I whip out that work
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| All my life I hustled just to get that moolah
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| And stack my change up and go see the jeweler
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| Standin' in the kitchen I whip out that work |