[talking]
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Know I'm tal'n bout, already
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I'm just saying though
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[Hook - 2x]
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It's going down, know I'm tal'n bout
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(Know I'm tal'n bout)
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I'm on the grind, know I'm tal'n bout
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(Know I'm tal'n bout)
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Every penny nickle and dime, well I still got time
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Every dolla that I can find, know I'm tal'n bout
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(Know I'm tal'n bout)
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[Paul Wall]
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I gotta get that money, I gotta get that cash
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I gotta stack bread, cause I'm spending it fast
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I got habits, that I just can't break
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Just got a brand new car, cash on fifth gray
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If I see it I want it, if I buy it I flaunt it
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A Kenyon Martin high school jersey, worth at least five hundred
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Everything I got authentic, from the clothes to the chain
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A twenty thousand dolla mouth, man I love this game
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Everything changed, when I started getting that money
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From the land of milk and honey, when I smile it's sunny
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Isn't it funny, how people say that money changed me
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I ain't worried what they broke ass, think bout me
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I'm riding on 83's, my rims are classic
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24's under the Avalanche, looking Jurassic
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Paint change like mirages, you don't know when you pass it
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I'm big balling till I lay in a casket, already
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm a neighborhood trend setter, getting that cheddar
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Nobody does it better, I'm a cash money go-getter
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Looking clean riding spinners, on these Lone Star streets
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Spitting game laying pipe, to these all star freaks
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We the boys pulling up, in them candy coated cars
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A couple more in the garage, we some neighborhood stars
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Check the wrist check the mouth, check the ice on the neck
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You disrespect we put a price on your neck, watch your mouth
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I'm on that South Lee, 8900 block
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I hustle nonstop, to earn everything that I got
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I'm hot I swang and pop trunk, the block done got crunk
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Got plex we got pumps, cause partna we not punks
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I got chunks of paper, filling my pocket
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Don't knock it you can't stop it, just sit back and watch it
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The fifth wheel I drop it, I got cheese in my hot pocket
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We slow it down and chop it, know I'm tal'n bout
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Paul Wall]
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You can hear me in my drop, a block away
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The fifth wheel bow down, unlock and pray
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The IRS, wanna know what I bought today
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I wonder which lap top, I'll watch today
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If lil' mama wanna bop, she got to pay
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I'm in a Benz big 6, like Dr. J
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I wonder which car lot, I'll shop today
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I be balling real big, the proper way
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Respect it or check it, but best not neglect it
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You don't really wanna see, the parking lot get hectic
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We big ballers, and big trucks with big ass rims
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Blueberry with no stems, make strangers friends
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Tighten up no slack, cause them people be watching
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Them jump out boys be plotting, homie you ain't forgotten
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In jail or in a coffin, or a hospital coffin
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But I'm none of the above it ain't me, know I'm tal'n bout
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[Hook - 4x]
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Know What I'm Talkin' About
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| Paul Wall |
