[Intro]
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Aye, yeah, boy!
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Aye, yeah!
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Aye, yeah, boy!
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Aye, yeah!
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
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How I¡¯m goin¡¯ crazy, crazy? Bitch, I get it
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These bitches poppin¡¯ mollies like the hippies in the sixties
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Bring your ass to East Atlanta, I don¡¯t do deliveries
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I¡¯m chargin¡¯ like I¡¯m Tony Montana, the homes ain¡¯t killin¡¯ no children
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Top of Savannah with blue New Balances
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and bricks all under the building
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Homegirl said I¡¯m the man gettin¡¯ money,
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But I ain¡¯t seen a nigga, I missed it
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New Lambo and I¡¯m sittin¡¯ real low, slidin¡¯ around without my ceiling
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Used to be my hoe, you can have that hoe
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My nigga, I ain¡¯t got no feelings
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¡®Fore I started rappin¡¯ Gucci Mane was sellin¡¯ dope
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Her brother wanna meet me but I¡¯m still sayin¡¯ ¡°no¡±
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Call my phone again, I¡¯mma have to tell him ¡°go¡±
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Two-hundred squares, a hundred pairs, what¡¯s your price? Low?
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[Hook: Yung Fresh]
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Bring them things in ? bring them things in
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When you come in, make sure you have them dividends
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Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds so I can easily count it
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Man, I¡¯m goin¡¯ hard, summertime, dude forge a mountain
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How you doin¡¯? I¡¯m goin¡¯ stupid, goin¡¯ dumb, bitch
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I¡¯m a Zone 3, nigga, you know I¡¯m on that slum shit
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And my nigga from that Six, and he jugglin¡¯ all them bricks
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And he fuckin¡¯ with your French, and they know the streets is back
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[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
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Johnny Dame on my wrist, cost ¡®bout a couple bricks
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Got Vellanos on my whips, Forgiatos on my whips
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Got the 40 on my hip, with ¡®bout 50 in the clip
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Hit the kitchen, hit the strip ? grab some pounds and some zips
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If the block sellin¡¯ here, hit your block, let it rip
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Give me top in that Six, bitch, my watch very clear
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And my pockets very fat, and I stay spendin¡¯ racks
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Spend them stacks, get it back, twelve chickens in the back
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¡®Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain¡¯t what I want
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Try to play me like a punk, my niggas¡¯ll leave you slumped
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¡®Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain¡¯t what I want
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Try to play me like a punk, my niggas¡¯ll leave you slumped
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[Hook: Yung Fresh]
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[Verse 3: Yung Fresh]
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Juugin¡¯ off them millions, on the table, hit the city
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Man, we got cameras in the front, receivin¡¯, backin¡¯ in
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When you come in, make sure you have them hundreds, then¡¦
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We count dividends, only conversatin¡¯ if you spend
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Super-charged, straight A, charge it, see it on them rims
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Hit you fuckin¡¯ head in, you been a real nigga when
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If you wanna buy ten, come and buy thirty-six
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Charge ¡®em thiry-two nicks, that¡¯s a five for the dry
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Benz top circumcised and you know the body wide
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Glock 9 on my thigh, hidden right between, I¡¦
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Young, fly street nigga, bitch, I¡¯m from New Jack City
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Have a temper around women, if you want it, come get it (fresh)
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[Hook: Yung Fresh]
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Bring Them Things
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| Gucci Mane |
