| Yeah |
| Yeah, ayy |
| Huh |
| Yeah |
| Bans |
| Oh |
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| Woah, why these niggas actin' artificial? Yeah |
| Wipe your nose, get the tissue, yeah |
| Backdoored your bro for a pistol, huh |
| Then gon' act like that shit official |
| Yeah, free my daddy, yeah, I miss him |
| And long live my brother T Money, I miss you, yeah |
| Wake up in the morning, see my daughter and kiss her |
| 'Cause I can't imagine how life would be if I couldn't defend her |
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| Yeah, ridin' in a Range Sport on suspenders, yeah (Skrrt) |
| Autobot, Alfy truck, no Defender, yeah |
| Came out the mud a champion, I'm born a winner |
| And I can't fuck with none of these niggas, they got a hidden agenda |
| She poison snake, venom, uh, I can hear the hissin', uh |
| Freaky bitches kissin', uh, yeah, they Clermont twinnin', ooh |
| Now the world so different, uh, I'm so used to killings, ooh |
| I'm so used to seein' blood flow, shit be spillin' |
| Money make the world go 'round, we all just spinnin' |
| Keep that money, spend it, ooh, stack it up and flip it, ooh (Yeah, let's go) |
| Tell 'em what's the ticket? Yeah, can you grant my wishes? Yeah |
| Superstar of the trenches, Baccarat dishes |
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| Woah, why these niggas actin' artificial? Yeah |
| Wipe your nose, get the tissue, yeah |
| Backdoored your bro for a pistol, huh |
| Then gon' act like that shit official |
| Yeah, free my daddy, yeah, I miss him |
| And long live my brother T Money, I miss you, yeah |
| Wake up in the morning, see my daughter and kiss her |
| 'Cause I can't imagine how life would be if I couldn't defend her |
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