| Yeah, ay yo I’m 'bout to make moves
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| And get this little bit of paper right
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| This broke shit got a bitch staying awake at night
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| It ain’t a guy thing or a girl thing
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| It’s a me thing getting high and drunk every weekend
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| Fuck drama I’d rather shine where you are
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| Blacks in the Cadillac no ice at all
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| Seven-six ay ah bitch watch me ball
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| like a motherfucker dipping from the law
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| Kinda game is they playing?
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| I got a gang a players call my gang to bang 'em
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| A let 'em know that I’m all for their pay so
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| Tryin' to say nothing young gun that shit is play doe
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| Push the pedal to the metal hit the fuckin' floor
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| Ain’t about the D O E then what you talkin' for?
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| Expedition never slippin' on a money mission
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| Shit is real when you ain’t even got no pot to piss in
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| That’s why I’m on the come up, for the come up
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| Watch you niggas get done up who try to run up
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| However, whatever the case may be
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| You tryna get it down down, we can get it down down
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| Yeah, up late at night
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| Yeah, at the kitchen stove
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| Yeah, with them V-12's
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| Yeah, tryna make they ghost
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| Yeah, with the tekan gage
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| Yeah, sellin' gray and beige
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| Yeah, 'cos the red and blue
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| Yeah, ducking the federals
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| Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz
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| Yeah, with the mansion runs
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| Yeah, fuck driving dog
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| Yeah, drug trafficking
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| Yeah, making illegal lefts
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| Yeah, making crazy rights
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| Yeah, code over money man
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| Yeah, never mind the ice
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| These motherfuckers ain’t right
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| Mad 'cos I got my game tight
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| You never find a brawl who grind twice as hard
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| Uh, this money situation niggas acting funny on occasion
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| But that’s on them 'cos that’s time wasting
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| Meanwhile I’m a be scheming for dockets
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| Stash in the sock drawer, nice little duckie
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| Working on a master plan to get the master cash
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| Parties and shit I’m a have to pass
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| 'Cos one day I plan to live it up
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| Until then you gon give it up
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| Money man tell me what the fuck is up?
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| Here we go, here we go, here we go again
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| Roll it up, light it up, pass it to a friend
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| Stacking it all whether it’s twenty or a thousand
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| Out to take my Philly off of welfare out of public housing
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| Who me? |
| I got bills to pay until then I’m gon make a way, is that okay?
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| Yeah, up late at night
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| Yeah, at the kitchen stove
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| Yeah, with them V-12's
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| Yeah, tryna make they ghost
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| Yeah, with the tekan gage
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| Yeah, sellin' gray and beige
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| Yeah, 'cos the red and blue
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| Yeah, ducking the federals
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| Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz
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| Yeah, with the mansion runs
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| Yeah, fuck driving dog
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| Yeah, drug trafficking
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| Yeah, making illegal lefts
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| Yeah, making crazy rights
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| Yeah, code over money man
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| Yeah, never mind the ice
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| The smell of money got my trigger finger acting funny
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| No stoppin' me homies until I’m sittin' nice and lovely
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| Keep puffin until I’m high as a bird
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| Want the doe, fuck the crumbs give 'em to the birds
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| Oh my stars ain’t asking no how comes
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| Fuck being patient I ain’t waiting for the outcomes
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| Fuck you eating out but please don’t get me started
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| Out for the paper with that big face on it
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| Yeah, up late at night
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| Yeah, at the kitchen stove
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| Yeah, with them V-12's
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| Yeah, tryna make they ghost
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| Yeah, with the tekan gage
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| Yeah, sellin' gray and beige
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| Yeah, 'cos the red and blue
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| Yeah, ducking the federals
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| Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz
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| Yeah, with the mansion runs
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| Yeah, fuck driving dog
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| Yeah, drug trafficking
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| Yeah, making illegal lefts
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| Yeah, making crazy rights
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| Yeah, code over money man
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| Yeah, never mind the ice
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Hush little baby, hush little baby
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| Ms. Jade to y’all bitches
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| Let’s go, come on, uh, ooh |