Another OC in C classes,
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Killing on track, put the beat in the casket,
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Baby, bounce your ass in a New Orleans fashion,
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Gotta make you wobble while my niggers hands clapping.
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Pass me a bottle, imma shake it and spazz it,
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Champagne showers make them girls get nasty.
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Pocket full of dollars, make her wanna get married,
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Pill full of powder, make her wanna get ratches,
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Love hood, bitch, you know how to get classy,
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Give her good dick and she loyal like Lessy.
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Always come back like good karma,
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She knows I stay around green like a good farmer.
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Get carrots off the product, now my shit prosper,
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Now I¡¯m shining in this bitch, shout out to other.
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I¡¯m running in this bitch now my time come in,
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Now you know I¡¯m all about my money.
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And when I smell that money I find it,
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And when I find that money I hide it.
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And when I hide that money is piling,
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I wanna run for the money, I¡¯m behind it.
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And when I catch that money, I grab it,
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And when I grab that money, I stack it,
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And when I stack that money, I blow it.
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And do it all again, man, you know this,
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365, 365, 365, 365, 365, 365, 365.
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From the winner to the winner, I¡¯m a big spinner,
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If she saw me I¡¯m fine imma get with her,
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Give her a fling in a spring with a winner,
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¡®cause I¡¯m along with the stars like a big dipper.
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Spending money ain¡¯t a thing, I¡¯m a big sipper,
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But you got to work the pole like a real stripper,
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I¡¯m talking black china and I¡¯m lying with it,
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See a real bad bitch, then I¡¯m trying to get it.
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Body so ice cold that my mind is frigid,
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On the same damn time on fire with it,
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Couple bitch niggers feel they gotta lie to get it,
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But money talks, once I get up in the mass, you finish.
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And when I smell that money I find it,
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And when I find that money I hide it.
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And when I hide that money is piling,
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I wanna run for the money, I¡¯m behind it.
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And when I catch that money, I grab it,
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And when I grab that money, I stack it,
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And when I stack that money, I blow it.
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And do it all again, man, you know this,
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365, 365, 365, 365, 365, 365, 365.
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And when I smell that money I find it,
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And when I find that money I hide it.
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And when I hide that money is piling,
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I wanna run for the money, I¡¯m behind it.
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And when I catch that money, I grab it,
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And when I grab that money, I stack it,
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And when I stack that money, I blow it.
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And do it all again, man, you know this,
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365, 365, 365, 365, 365, 365, 365.
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| Chase N. Cashe |
