[Intro]
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Boss moves man, Chess moves man
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Uh huh!
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We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money [x4]
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[Hook]
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Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine
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Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane
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Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes
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What we sell? We sell everything. [x2]
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[Verse 1]
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I'm just as hard headed as I want to be
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Me and my entourage, my faculty
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Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew
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Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe
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Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you
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Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?
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Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?
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Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by
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Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right
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I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those
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Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?
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Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?
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So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?
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Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome
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Real life, not a sitcom
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Hustlers up, busters down
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Partner this the re-up, not the runaround
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Gorilla in it, killing it
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Making my presence felt
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Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt
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Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt
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In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself
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I got a proposition legal, not like the others
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Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers
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The banks denying modifications, foreclosures
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Short sales, lets turn our money over
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Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate
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A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate
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Used to mean mug but now I smile
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Everyday is a balladay
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Turning heads just like a owl
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Direct TV in my Escalade
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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I still got the keys so I'm driving it
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If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it
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Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars
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Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?
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Yee I did
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I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone
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I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome
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Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home
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Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong
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There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth
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Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch
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Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose
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Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss
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Bitch!
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money [x4]
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Sell Everything
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