[Intro:]
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Arrange my books in order
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Make up some nice stories to amuse you
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Make things look smart and easy
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Shape up the place, hungry for the
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[Hook:]
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And if I found a thousand pounds, a thousand pounds [x3]
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[Verse 1: Pill]
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If I was privilidged enough find one thousand of that loud pack
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Distribute it to trusted partners just so they can bounce back
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Like juvie though, that's a thousand niggas say they knew me though
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Random text messages just flexin on how they knew before the work came
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That I would be a standout like a search stain
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Pocket full of paper from prophet after the percaine
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The first game, that I learned to play was that Tetris
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Find a block filled em in and cash out on a necklace
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He neckless, if he preachin' some wild shit, foul shit
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Two shots now I'm sittin' in cells on some Green Mile shit
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Perfect this, hustlin' rationed bustas left with some lacerations
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Pounds that I've found I yawned feel like my luck awakened
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We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in
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Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win
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We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in
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Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win
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Ok denn
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: CyHi Da Prynce]
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If I ever touched a thousand I would front a bag to every hustler in public housing
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All these fuckin' pounds and I would never touch a falcon
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Call up my battalion tell em'that I got them brussel frostin'
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Go buy some rifles for them cowards that be wylin'
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Tryna' run up on us saw that bitch up like a violin
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Get hit once from the big pump, you flip punk
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About my chips chump, I'm a chipmunk like Alvin
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Uh, then I'm back to puffing loud and
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Eyes cut lower than a Kung Fu master from Shaolin
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Then I fuck a stallion in my medallion
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On an island drinkin wine, cuttin' salmon
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Hit the club, make a movie Robert Townsend
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The way these diamonds shinin' in the ring throw the towel in
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Smilin', thumbin' through this cash that I'm pilin'
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Singing this Soprano man I feel like I'm Italian
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WHAT
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Pusha T]
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Yuh, first thousand pounds nigga thought he hit the jackpot
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Club polaroid pic, Benz symbol backdrop
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Bent over redbone, she was just a mascot
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Money fan can't cool you off when you that hot
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Next stop car lot, Coupe with the bald spot
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Maseratti grill like a pig when the jaws locked
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Malls shop a few hours took two showers
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These two bitches goin' down like the Two Towers
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Too sour you can see it in a hater's face
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True cowards so I keep you in a hater's place
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Drop them numbers on the pounds just to make em' 'scape
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With the fake hustlers out I'm just makin' space
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These niggas talk a good game I just make the cake
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Niggas dying over here I just make the wake
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Been seeing a thousand pounds I just scrapped the plate
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For all the money that I stashed they ain't made a safe
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Thousand Poundz
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| CyHi Da Prynce |
