(Intro)
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When I wake up in the mornin' love,
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And the sunlight hurts my eyes,
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Then somethin' without warnin' love,
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Bears heavy on my mind...
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(Twista) Let's get them dollars,
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Let's get this money,
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(Keep my mind on my...)
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(Twista)
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I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind,
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I got my finger on tha trigga, stayin' on tha grind,
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And when I wake up in the mornin', I got's to hit a lick,
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Saw the 2000 and 3 Navi, on Sprees wit' a kit,
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Soon as my eyes see tha sunshine,
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My thoughts is jukin' the block, and dodgin' the one time,
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Peep how we movin' the rocks and wit' pounds of dro before I double my shit,
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I can serve sixteen ounces for six and get back ninety-six,
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A killa for tha skrilla... Nigga, Best not be stalkin',
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I got's to get them bigga, figga's, fuck what you talkin',
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I represent them nigga's ballin' wit' jewelry full of zickels,
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Down to the nigga's chasin' million, their dreams' servin' nickels,
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And I know, one day, I'm gon' come up,
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And when you see me, don't hate, that I blowed up,
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Get paid whether you legit when you slang, or tippin' off 'cane,
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Until I take a dip in the Range, I'm flippin' them thangs,
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Gotta get that money man...
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(Chorus: Anthony Hamilton)
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It's a lovely day, just got paid,
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Stack it up, be on my way,
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Lovely day, lovely day,
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Lovely day, lovely day,
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It's a lovely day, just got paid,
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Stack it up, be on my way,
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Lovely day, lovely day,
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Lovely day...
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(Twista)
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A hustler's definition, is a hustler for scratch,
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You serve a motherfucker, you serve him for that,
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I'm makin' money off of verses when I spit 'em on tracks,
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And if I ain't sellin' no records, I'm servin' them packs,
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I got a, clip full of hollows, money makin's my motto,
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Semi-auto and Marlboros in the bottle, 'til I hit the lotto,
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Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label, flippin' words,
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My nigga flippin' buildin's better than he was flippin' birds,
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I got tha, mentality and tha motive I'm on a mission,
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For tha money, you can get it too, it's all about yo ambission,
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Play yo position, provide the plans, and follow procedures,
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In tha six-hundred, blunted, wit' a pocket full of hundred's and Visa's,
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Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back up,
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Love, when I get that gig, get a crib, get a car when tha grip stack up,
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It's still in the evenin' if I'm sleepin' paper problems,
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Soon as I get up it's just another day, another dollar...
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Gotta get that money man...
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(Chorus)
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(Twista)
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Got love for the corporate playas that's ballin' rollin' jags,
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Got love for the thug nigga's who get' it on tha ave.,
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Love for those, who can make a mil and sit back and laugh,
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And love for the fine stripper's who get it poppin' ass,
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Love for the single parent's that's workin' through the struggle,
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Love for those who gotta make a livin' movin' muscle,
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Love for those who gotta watch tha hater's rollin' bubbles,
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Causin' trouble every time a young brotha try to hustle,
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And if I can't, legally make or not...
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Then I gotta get, right back on the block...
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And if it no work we do a stick-up and whip-up a concoction,
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Might leave yo face down in the dirt because hurtin's not an option...
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Gotta get that money man...
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(Chorus 2X)
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(Outro: Anthony Hamilton)
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When I wake up in the mornin' love,
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And the sunlight hurts my eyes,
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Somethin' without warnin' love,
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Bears heavy on my mind...
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Sunshine (Feat. Anthony Hamilton) (Samples Bill Withers
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