[Verse 1: Stalley]
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I been in so much gold lately, pistol close and it's off safety
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Niggas smilin' in my face, but they all hate me and it's all gravy
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See I ain't playin' no games
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I'mma ball crazy, I ball baby
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Throw this money up high, now let it fall lazy
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Tip drills for the quick thrills, don't tease I wanna feel it all baby
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Clicquot and Don Peri, can't forget that loud pack
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Bud smoke everywhere, I'm around that
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Made a lil money this year, now everybody they countin' that
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New house with a new spouse, cars parked out where the fountain at
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I love that feeling of bouncing back
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Blue Collar still my grind, green backs on my mind
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Nobody workin' than I'm, my nigga still throwin' out that iron
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Tryna iron out they situations with feds all on they line
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So we talk low and we park slow and watch out for one time
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These wild niggas that's out they mind, they'll crowd your whip and pound that nine
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Till the clip is empty, they'll rip your Bentley with shells all in your spine
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That's just jealous envy, see Hell ain't picky
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When it's your time, it's your time
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[Interlude: Rick Ross]
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Real niggas done linked up world wide nowa¢æ|
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It's untouchable now, it's unstoppable nowa¢æ|
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Regardless of how it go down nigga, you gone die a legend niggaa¢æ|
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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I got a star on my sneakers and they made by Chuck Taylor
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I'm a star in the ghetto I swear C-Murda my neighbor
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Bought me a Corvette motor, put a Super Charger on it
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From the bus stop it's sounding like a damn train rollin'
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Ain't a damn thing foldin', everything still standing
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Pull up, hop out, shoot up this bitch like Jonathan Mannion
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All the cars still candy all the girls light skinned
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And they well educated, it's still niggas stuck on stupid
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I say fuck all my haters, then I fuck all they ladies
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Who the fuck you think you are in this fuckin' Mercedes
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It's the boss bitch, so go tell your boss bitch
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Hammerman off the hook, don't make me hit your off switch
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[Interlude 2: Rick Ross]
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Like a damn train rollin', ain't a damn thing foldin'a¢æ|
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He strapped, I'm strappeda¢æ|
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You got that right?a¢æ|
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Come ona¢æ|
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[Verse 3: Stalley]
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I'm strapped up like bamboo, talons and hollows my ammo
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Shoulder straps like Rambo, don't fill them clips too high though
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I learned that from B.I
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Don't keep too many in my ride, learned that from T.I
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And stay away from them P.I.'s
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Got the Milk buzzin' like beehives, nobody does it like these guys
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Ski-mask when we rides, jump out boys we known to take
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Home invasion with guns in your face, kids tied up and thrown in the lakes
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We ain't choppin' fingers, we poppin' Nina's and skate
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We just some dirty kids that ain't ate, tryna fill up that plate
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We done chopped grams, and plotted plans to plan our escape
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But we still in this trap though, and it's feelin' like a trapdoor
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Slow motion, money that slow
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Pick up the van then pick up my mans, we comin' for that cash-flow
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Beard longer than Castro's, put fear up in these assholes
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Mack Eleven with the air holes
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Tearin' souls when I bear hold this trigga
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When I'm blackin' out and no backin' out, I be clear with a nigga
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Hell's Angels (American Heathens)
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| Stalley |
