Yeah
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Listen
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All I need is money
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All I need is you
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And Ion care who tell it
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So I seek the truth
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And who say I ain't real
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I can be the proof
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I say what I feel
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Cause all I know is truth
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And I blow is fruit
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And I roll is coop
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And if that girl fuck'd more then 10 niggas
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That ho the swoop
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And they don't get it, but they might do
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My lingo crazy every since, that right two
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Yeah, and I got everything that I need
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I'm lost but I need that key
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Like a shirt without no sleeves
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Harmless and Armless
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I gucci all my garments
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She feeling on me,
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Like she searching for something
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No warrant
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And I'm high baby, so fly baby
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Debbie cakes, no pie baby
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Eating em' up like child baby
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All I need
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Is some money
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All I need
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Aye light Po... the plan on me
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Aye Swag... Roll Up
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Aye White Boi... what it do
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I'm sittin back, sittin here waitin on skyvie
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Pull Up
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Tell Em' we gon make them bosses moves
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Like real bosses do man
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You know what I'm talkin bout
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The R's P's and T's, is where we headed man
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Yeah
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Okay
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Now I all need is comma's
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All i do is them numbers
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Nawl nigga ion gang bang,
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Just fuckin around with them stunt's
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All I need is my homie
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And a smith and wesson Glock .40
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All I need is that money
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That's the only thing important
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All the bitches want me
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Ain't nam nigga front me
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And my Grandma the cafeteria manager
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I always ate lunch free
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Cus I stay down like I suppose too
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Ridin round in that old skool
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My car ready for that showroom
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My bitch foreign eatin tofu
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These niggas talkin, they ain't really bout it
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See I'm barely walkin
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Every other day shopping
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Is some money...
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All I Need
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| Rich Homie Quan |
