Feat. Tha City Paper
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[Hook]
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I got all this money round me
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All these goons around me
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All these d boys round me
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Got all this dope around me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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I got all these killers round me
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All these robbers round me
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All these hoes around me
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Got all these bitches round me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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[Verse 1]
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Yeah, see way them niggas gasing up again
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All they make is slaps
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Toe got my money, oh this Yo MTV Raps
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Fast money, I can sprint thousand laps
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Hit my booster up, my daughter need some shit from baby Gap
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Fifteen pounds of purps and thirty-five pounds of mid
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Sell me like four zips of molly¡¯s
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I ain¡¯t really know that it came like this
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Lil Ray-Ray clean my forges
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He let him clean my crib
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He told me he do carbon,
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Hell I told him I do flip
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Real nigga shit straight up,
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All bullshit to the side
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One more time for my joe niggas
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Getting off Airmax 95
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Yeah, drop top bumping that Lupe
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Hard top bumping that old face
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Pull me off with a half of plug
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Gotta let that bitch off the fourway
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Right hand up I¡¯m real nigga
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My homie locked up, I¡¯m still with you
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Young nigga strapping at the barber shop
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Had a quarter ounce strapped and Hilfiger
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Said some niggas rather be pimping
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But me I ball like Michael Jeffrey
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It¡¯s bringing me some of they good shit
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Lit a fizz up, call it a dirty piff
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[Hook]
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I got all this money round me
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All these goons around me
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All these d boys round me
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Got all this dope around me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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I got all these killers round me
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All these robbers round me
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All these hoes around me
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Got all these bitches round me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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[Verse 2]
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Got me laid up in this Days Inn
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Sixty dollar rooms
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The young niggas been getting it off
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Ever since we brought it to em¡¯
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Can¡¯t be paranoid, picking it up
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Or under pressure, whippin it up
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Couple niggas I know took a fall ain¡¯t never getting it up
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I¡¯m telling papi send it up
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Baking soda blend it up
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I told the mayor fuck yourself
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Selling dope because my rent is up
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Hey all my cars tinted up
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I need my picture centered up
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Your lil bitch don¡¯t stand a chance
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I like my bitches thick as fuck
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My click deserve a kodak moment
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Smile, say cheese niggas
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Hey get this, the bread letters catch up on these niggas
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Going once, going twice, what your life cost
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Fifteen hunned pounds, in the basement with the lights out
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My old lady counting three mill and can¡¯t tell you where we live
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I¡¯m just drankin champagne in True Religion in green hills
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Chanel 5 sent me a tweet asked me did I buy my chain?
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I thought y¡¯all had all the news bitch
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I¡¯ve been doing my thang
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[Hook]
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I got all this money round me
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All these goons around me
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All these d boys round me
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Got all this dope around me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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I got all these killers round me
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All these robbers round me
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All these hoes around me
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Got all these bitches round me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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I See Why
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| Young Buck |
