{Birdman}
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You already know what it do nigga
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You know the size of it too huh?
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Cash money
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Young money
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I dont know what they be thinkin shorty
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But fuck 'em, you know they be talking about my homies
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Yeah, If we dont know nothin, we know we gotta grind for the shine daddy
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Believe that
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One million, two million, three million, four million
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You smell it?
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If you cant bitch, go get your nose straightened out nigga
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{Lil Wayne}
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You looking at a soldier
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Bitch I'm the sure thing
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Born and raised in the middle of a bull ring
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I turned a bad thing into a good thing
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Listenin to malcom feelin like i've been hoodwinked
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I could think about tomorrow and its promises
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But I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit
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And when i hear they got a drought on it
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I take a month out of rap and I hustle til I'm out of it
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Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats
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Smell you in the trunk if you at all speak
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Shit, I got diamonds in my mouth bitch im all teeth
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52 carrots, bugs bunny, all drug money
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I got an x-connect on the west coast
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I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty mo' Fo' sho
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I'm nice with the flo
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But a chosen few know
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That I'm a hustla on the low
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{Refrain}
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Look into the eyes of a hustla baby
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Yeah, money I'ma get it
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and the second I get it
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Its money ova bitches
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Yeah, you know its money ova bitches
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Now go get my money
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Look into the eyes of a hustla baby
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Yeah, money I'ma get it
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and the second I get it
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Its money ova bitches
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Yeah, you know its money ova bitches
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Now go get my money
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{Lil Wayne}
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Take it out the wrapper
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Sit it on the stove
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Break a gram off and put it in my bitch nose
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She tells me how it feels
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She's numb, She's froze
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Bitch! wake up and help me cook these o's
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I gotta get my cake up see all I eat is dough
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I'm a dangerous mothafucka watch your feets, your toes
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I bang this mothafucka if you cant keep it closed
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Thats your mouth we're talkin bout
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Stop jumpin out your face
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Before I have a hundred buck shots jumpin out ya face
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One shot will knock your girlfriends scrungie out of place
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Tony Dungie I dont play I coach
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Hoe, I spray raid on the cockroach, die slow
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I know my flow is hotter than 5-O
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Summertime in Hollygrove (Seventeen)
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Thats the stove
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As he drove that black bentley coupe through the city
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All the bitches try to get me and I let 'em
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{Refrain}
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{Lil Wayne}
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Yeah, I got twenty on my wrists
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thats a rainy day schedule
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Rain drop diamonds nigga
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Thats a rainy day bezzle
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Yellow diamond earings
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Sunny day special
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Its vicious how a niggas
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sideview'd straight catch you
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The bitches on the sidelines
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Looking for the rescue
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But I just give 'em guidelines
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Hard dicks and pistols
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5 hard, 5 soft, wrapped up in tissue
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Say bitch you better get back before I start to miss you
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Its the carter baby pardon all my issues
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I gotta get it I'm a hustla to my tennis shoe
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Tell them boys come on in the swimming pool
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Send a fool
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Then I eat 'em up like dinner food
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And I'm floatin with keys in the inner tube
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They prolly see my driving with pounds in the 22's
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All 51 rounds in the 47
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Dope boy, dope boy
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Thats what they all yellin
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{Refrain}
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{Lil Wayne}
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Shut the fuck up, I dont need ya'll niggas.......... i got me
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M.O.B.
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| Lil' Wayne |
