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You know I kill any motherfucker song that I go on
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And now I gotta count the money that I¡¯m spitting,
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Cause I get it in, my brain so long.
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My bank big, nigger, prolong,
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My brain fried, nigger, so alone,
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I hate fake niggers and so on,
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Take all the money that I make.
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This sure will not be the reason why you¡¯re waiting,
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Plus I smoke the bumbest weed, I call it Californication.
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Out for vacation, I call out for escape,
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A hundred dollars for the safe just for the thousand imma face it.
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You niggers see my piece and try to copy,
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My Roli presidential, plus the rings that I got all about, Versace.
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And I ain¡¯t even cocky, I¡¯m just confident that I¡¯m the shit,
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You ain¡¯t the motherfuckers, know what time it is.
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(Hook)
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I¡¯m just riding on my side of town,
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Got my windows up and my speakers up,
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And we smoke that we don¡¯t need about.
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Bet the haters wish that they could see me now.
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The money in the way,
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Everyone of us getting money.
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The money in the way,
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My nigger on the real, all he see is dollar bill.
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(Verse)
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I blow a hundred bandz just to fuck around,
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With that hoe that you¡¯re in love,
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With that hoe I mess around with.
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Cut out of a taylor, blue drink in my paper
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I peace out for my people, but tonight I¡¯m doing Jager.
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Twenty years old and I ain¡¯t falling off,
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Niggers fix about the chick and they run their mouth.
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Ferrari pulled out, guess who¡¯s hopping out, me.
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Would a couple, a couple hand in some bank account.
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Rocking Louis this, Louis that,
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Louis on my ass, Louis on my hat.
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When I hit the club, Louis in my hand.
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That¡¯s the Louis 13, Louie in my glass.
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(Hook)
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I¡¯m just riding on my side of town,
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Got my windows up and my speakers up,
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And we smoke that we don¡¯t need about.
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Bet the haters wish that they could see me now.
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The money in the way,
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Everyone of us getting money.
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The money in the way,
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My nigger on the real, all he see is dollar bill.
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Blindfolds
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| Harry Fraud |
