As I look off the balcony
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Smokin¡¯ this riffa
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Countin¡¯ the root of all evil
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But the supreme, the controller of everything
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To all mighty dollar
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Flick my ashes
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I¡¯m livin¡¯ the fast life
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Don¡¯t nobody want me to put my brakes on
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Got the money, I¡¯m just silent, tryna make some
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Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it
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And we¡¯re just tryna keep the paper pillin¡¯ on
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You know oh oh, you know oh oh
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And they worry about another nigga¡¯s pockets
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No, not at all
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Tryna double the work, quadruple my dollars
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Old school with my chick, she say she love the empower
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All the work at that scene, some of the props are them jewels
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Smokin¡¯ them cookies, sippin¡¯ champ while watchin¡¯ the news
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I told ¡®em I gotta shouldn¡¯t be trippin¡¯ at all
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I watch you niggas blow it, wanna just run to the mall
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Could tell you I ball, but you see the soup
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That mean I could coach you niggas so play the recruit
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She walk it over on the platter when it¡¯s lunch time
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And got a blueprint if ever hear ¡®bout one time
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She know I¡¯m motivated by a Franklin face
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Eatin¡¯ bread cuz a nigga got a money taste
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Like diamonds reflectin¡¯, they tellin¡¯ I hustle
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Door tillin¡¯ the frames, can¡¯t tell ¡®bout my struggle
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The gang¡¯s a bitch, a lot of ups and downs
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Ride past what you¡¯re chewin¡¯ before you spill around
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I¡¯m livin¡¯ the fast life
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Don¡¯t nobody want me to put my brakes on
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Got the money, I¡¯m just silent, tryna make some
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Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it
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And we¡¯re just tryna keep the paper pillin¡¯ on
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You know oh oh, you know oh oh
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And they worry about another nigga¡¯s pockets
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No, not at all
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As I sip on this gin and think of my homies
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Who don¡¯t fuck with them pigs and you niggas baloney
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Lot of work in past, lot of cash and count it
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Shit the niggas was grown and I was allowed around it
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Dice game, seen money all across the floor
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Now I¡¯m flyin overseas, all across the shore
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I mean they had everything but they lost it all
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No more hope draze, remember how I used to ball?
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You know, night after night, givin¡¯ niggas numbers
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8 Game had them lookin¡¯ for me in the summer
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I was gettin¡¯ bread, that was my profession
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Schoolin¡¯ niggas up and down the court, givin¡¯ lessons
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So if you ballin¡¯, nigga do that
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Cuz these niggas a shoot, don¡¯t care where the hoop at
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And nowadays everybody plan Nino
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But remember all ahead after end, let this thing go
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I¡¯m livin¡¯ the fast life
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Don¡¯t nobody want me to put my brakes on
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Got the money, I¡¯m just silent, tryna make some
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Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it
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And we¡¯re just tryna keep the paper pillin¡¯ on
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You know oh oh, you know oh oh
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And they worry about another nigga¡¯s pockets
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No, not at all
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Travolta
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