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Intro: Whose world is this?
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Verse One: Kasino
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Mine call me Kasino
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Lay up in the Coconut Lounge in Montego
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Keep it on the hush cuz we busting something lethal
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Multi coastal, villas in Puerto Rico
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You can call me Papa, mama show me love
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Perrier, stay up in the whirlpool tub
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We can parlay all day in the sun
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Or bounce in the 720 thou. in the club
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Straight to LA five months for the winner
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Play the House of Blues or the Beverly Center
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Everywhere we enter, we on the guest list
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Garbona suited down, up in Essence
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Who said we don't stack the presidents
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0-7 triple 6 peep my residence
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Benzo push don't have the Lexus
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Show me V-12 600 S's
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Unless it's money up on the table
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I'm trying to see me via satellite cable
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Worldwide, multi-plat. 'til I die
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Putting your life on the line, well here's mine
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Chorus:
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Keep on doing what you're doing
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I gotta get mine, you gotta yours, so brother let's get paid (2X)
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Verse Two: Dinero
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Stand swift represent the most vandalous teams
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Spread love across the planet like Dr. Kings dreams
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International, America, flip pone cellular
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Do it once a week kid, we do it on the regular
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Who represents it from NY to the C
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Crushing all pussy clots, they won test me
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They want some of me, I'll leave bullets in 'em swift
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My mob is taking over while you ain't taking shit
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Verse Three: Jadakiss
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It ain't no time for sleeping, cuz this money comes uno
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And you know
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We gonna get it
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As long as they print it
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Me and my fam, likes to rock Persian lambs
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Sip Persuette and freak honies in the sedan
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Can't get rich off say so, it's all about the peso
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Catchy melodies whenever Jay flows
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Sure, gimme more, Jockodajour
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Universal money ripping tour after tour
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All the butter Nats be eating the fresh fruit
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Laced in $1,200 sweat suits
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Sipping Don out the bottle, laying up with the super model
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You know the time like Movado
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Clocks be, my socks be seasoned Picatti
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In the Benz with the chromed out biagotti
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Hear me, we trying to bring the L.O.X. to the Grammy's
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Gown men shouldn't have to sling rock candy
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Mo' Money
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Now, many estates in the estates we built
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But in the Swiss Alps, we own the glass house on stilts
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Five car garages, steam room massages
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Being watched by the Feds, getting cash regardless
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Legal fronts can't be touched by the government
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The only money spent, was laundered by bank presidents
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Leaving no traces, the lawyers covered all bases
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Illegal searches bought dismissals on our whole cases
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Now we facing, conspiracy and homicide
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Who woulda thought the day before trial the snitch would cry
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Ghetto protection
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Money breeds deception
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No pay dough, a no show
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Death row's a no go
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So when we blow by now, we watch out for the sniper
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Dissing you snake bitches, never sipping venom with vipers
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While we sit
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Illegally rich
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Underworld kingpins
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From American dreams
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Chorus
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Gotta Get Mine
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Kasino |