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Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
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26 inches in between my tires
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knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
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Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
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I'm a get money nigga I grind like hell
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when I'm short on my cheese I'm a crank up the scale
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Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale
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Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale
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Lil scrappy (verse 1)
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I aint never goin broke no mo'
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As long as my folk keep runners of that blow
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they sell it on out then thay bring they back mo'
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and ere'body askin what I got that work fo' (got what?!)
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got diamonds in my shades the Cardier frames
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tThey look up at my face and tell its woodgrain
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And the Ho's be amazed they be like OH!
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They can see it from the bar see the way it glows
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Yeah! them things twinkle in the light bright
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I don't know I just twinkle in the lime light
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Got a chevy same color as a can of sprite
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Sippin on on that X O got me feelin right
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I been livin my whole life pimpin
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Never catch me slippin fuckin wit ya'll women
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Scrapp be chillen I stay on my grind
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It's a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine
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(Chorus)
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Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
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26 inches in between my tires
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knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
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diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
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im a get money nigga i grind like hell
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when I'm short on my cheese I'm a crank up the scale
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oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
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oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
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Sean Paul (verse 2)
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aint gotta hit these streets no mo'
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crisp 15 ten 24 show
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notice i aint never Fo' times e'ery week
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20 time fo' every week get G's
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party game shades with the gator cut wood
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Prada footwear damn yall nigga do it
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pimpin in Atlanta now they callin me in Europe
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everyday i hustle diamonds up against the wood
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Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes
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gotta stay fresh for u red moneky Ho's
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26 inches sittin tall like WHOA
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im a need a camera man im a god Damn show
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shower cap and all bitch you already know
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fuck around with dopers squeeze the money out a Ho
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im a get money nigga yeah i grind like hell
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rubberband around my money like a God damn playa
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(Chorus)
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Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
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26 inches in between my tires
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knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
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diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
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im a get money nigga i grind like hell
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when i short on em the G's im a crank up the scale
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oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
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oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
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E-40 (verse 3)
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(slugged out grill) they say he hustle that dat boy
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(worth a few mill) he sittin at the bar
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(tearin up hundred dollar bills) thats his car parked by the front Do
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(on them big wheels) he aint never been a punk
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Bugga suga plusha FUCK a state trooper
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im livin for the moment i aint livin for the future
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my dudes will bring it to ya bring the noise like a Tuba
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crack ya peanut shell run up on ya with the Ruger
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smoke herb like a hippie drink like a pirate
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wrist real brisk, haters don't like it
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Jack of all trades, gotta get my chips
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manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craig's List
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Traffic come in and out, got work when it's a drought
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dont take the main street; take the under route
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sucka use yo head! (dummy) u heard what i said.
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im gettin carpal tunnel while im countin all this bread
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(Chorus)
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Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
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26 inches in between my tires
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knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
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diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
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im a get money nigga i grind like hell
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when i short on em the G's im a crank up the scale
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oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
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oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
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Oh Yeah
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