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East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast
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East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast
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[JT Money]
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I want the jackpot
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The gats, the yachts, the fat knots, the big house
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And fly bitches I can dig out
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I need a room for every day of the week
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But right now it's kinda hard tryin to stay on my feet
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I gotsta hide it
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Dolla bill dreams of a poor HUSTLA
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And I get's money wit no BUSTA
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That's why I dont fuck wit a lot of niggaz
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Cuz hoe niggaz foul out bout gold diggerz
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See im a nigga tryin to get by
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Get high
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And get that money right so I can get fly
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I want the finer (???) skins the leathers
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Wake up every mornin wit 2 bitchez in bed
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Im high foreva
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Lazer beams guard my door
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Champagne bottles on the floor from the nite before
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Da money man be's the illest
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I mean foreallist
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Killa gets hot man like phillis
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[talking]
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Hey you J you know we gotta put it down baby
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Know what im sayin
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We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what im sayin
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You gonna put it down
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[Chorus]
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Keepin my mind over matter
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People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
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Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
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It's about all who you know
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Pound for pound
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Toe to toe
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Blow for blow
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Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
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[JT Money]
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E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin
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Fat chunks, fly cars, bitchez and gun handlin
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Niggaz goin out for the goods dont believe me
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Im tryin to move on up like Georgia Wheezy
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But shit aint easy
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E'verythangs a hustle
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Cracka's out to rush you
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Niggaz out to touch you
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Camoflauge down but never camoflaug'n
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Out on the grind tryin to bump fed charges
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Information be leakin
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Bullets heat seakin
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93 hour peepin
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Nowadays i be creepin
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It's a god damn shame how dis game make a nigga
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Always see in benzo's, lexo's, lac's and figga's
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And fly ass bitchez out for the witchin
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But aint no thang here bitch you cant get dis
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But when you get dis
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There's plenty more to earn
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When you got fast loot in your pocket dat shit burn
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[Talking]
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Ay yo BI
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You know what im sayin
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You got dem niggaz and dem hoes out there
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Yryin to come up off of you
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You know what im sayin
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[Chorus]
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Keepin my mind over matter
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People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
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Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
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It's about all who you know
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Pound for pound
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Toe to toe
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Blow for blow
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Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
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[Talking]
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Yo boy you been puttin it down for 10 years now
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Know what im sayin
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It's yo time to shine now
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So all y'all wannabe's need to step back baby
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There ya go
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You got the keys to the benz
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Keys to the house
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Know what im sayin
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Got 3 MILLION in the trunk
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And you know I got you some of the poudy
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For you to smoke on the way where ever you wanna go
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And put it down any state, round the world, nationwide baby
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[JT Money]
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I came up so now a nigga sittin on butt
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Nowadays when you see me im in nothin but plush
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Luxary auto
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Get loose my motto
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I sip and swallow
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bubbles right from the bottle
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Cript joint the follow
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They get me nice
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Girlies lose they site from starrin at the ice
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Got grip like a vice
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Pockets stay fat
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All my niggaz in da PIP holdin gats
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My mob is thick e'vrybody sittin on cheese
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Wit fly ass bitchez wit tricks up they sleeve
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Da boys burnin trees and fonto leaves
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Bitchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and g's
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But naw FUCK them hoes
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A nigga cant stand em
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Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded
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Naw fuck dat shit bitch get out on the ground
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I aint tryin to spend shit ima hold on to mine
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what?
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[Chorus]
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Keepin my mind over matter
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People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
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Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
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It's about all who you know
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Pound for pound
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Toe to toe
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Blow for blow
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Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here (2X)
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On the Grind
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JT Money |