[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
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Ya got nerve, little nigga
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See me when I pull up to the curb, little nigga
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My money absurd, little nigga
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While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga
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Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
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Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff
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Look, you niggas better get your chips up
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You already know my style nigga, King Tut
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My money pound nigga, King Tut
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You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
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My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
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Who else be ridin' through the town in a Brinks truck?
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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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Yo, yo, see the way I take over Casinos like De Niro said
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Reachin' money short, watch how it fold up like a Hero bread
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Nigga thought he was a Super-friend, now that hero dead
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Try to cross this shit, we represent, but that's a zero dread
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All of this money I be countin'
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And my cup runneth over like a fuckin' water fountain
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Any nigga trynna front, I'mma show them shit that's ugly
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Throwin' bread until they jealous of your money, lookin' funny
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Hold up!
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And body shit, that's what a monster do
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See me throwin' this money and bitches like a sponsor do
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Put the gloves on and beat up a nigga like I'm Kostya Tszyu
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And fuck the talkin', just bring me my money like a prostitute
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[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
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Ya got nerve, little nigga
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See me when I pull up tot he curb, little nigga
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My money absurd, little nigga
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While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga
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Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
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Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff
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Look, you niggas better get your chips up
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You already know my style nigga, King Tut
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My money pound nigga, King Tut
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You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
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My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
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Who else be ridin' through the town in a Brinks truck?
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[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain]
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Okay, I'm ridin' through your city, blowin' diddies of that icky
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Got your wifey in the passenger, I'm ridin', now she lick me
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I get money like Mark Cuban and know my bank is heavy
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And I grip the 31 like Jason Terry when I'm shootin
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ATM in my jeans, bank sittin' on my left thigh
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Burn a mansion down and watch it coverin' my left eye
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Girl on deck, I just whipped another lick
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Now my trap look like black Friday, twelve AM in front of Best Buy
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Haha, sour got me all sedated
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Niggas lookin' at me angry, what's with all the smiley faces?
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My deniro like Shapiro, I see Johnny Cochran wages
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I'm no lawyer, but they only bring them bottles by the cases
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[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
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Ya got nerve, little nigga
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See me when I pull up to the curb, little nigga
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My money absurd, little nigga
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While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga
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Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
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Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff
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Look, you niggas better get your chips up
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You already know my style nigga, King Tut
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My money pound nigga, King Tut
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You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
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My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
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Who else be ridin' through the town in a Brinks truck?
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[Verse 3: J-Doe]
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Okay now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
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Test me, best be faster than a rocket
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I ain't got no time if it ain't about a profit
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If you send me my deposit, I will have your city rockin'
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I get the hottest beats, niggas wish that they could rhyme on it
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I got the hottest watch, ain't even set the time on it
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The way I'm killin' niggas it look like a crime, don't it?
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I got the light, with a little bit of lime on it
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Okay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
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Whip clean, jet ski attached to the Charger
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Bitches want attention and I tell 'em try harder
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Got 'em doin' shit I know that's gon' be disgracin' they father
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Okay leggo
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[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
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Ya got nerve, little nigga
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See me when I pull up to the curb, little nigga
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My money absurd, little nigga
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While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga
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Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
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Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff
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Look, you niggas better get your chips up
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You already know my style nigga, King Tut
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My money pound nigga, King Tut
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