Yeah, we gots money, baby
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I'm talking about, talking about that long money
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When you see us come through, you just know
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Balling uncontrollably
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Man, I got everything candy-painted, candy-painted tint, it's so dark
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I'd be lying if I said I ain't hit at least nine of my friends
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Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims
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Paint be flying off my car, be candy painting the neighborhood kids
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I got that whole block looking like it's Candyland
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Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man
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I park the car in the garage and go in and
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Come back the next morning, the rims are still spinning
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Hit the doors on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile
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Thirty-two inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels
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Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain
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Custom everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard stain
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Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball
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Get out the car, they be like, ah, there go them superstars
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Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of cash
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But I ain't buying shit, bitch, kiss my candy-painted ass, we
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Balling uncontrollably
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Hit the corner liquor store to get Corona, tip the owners
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Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up
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And I'mma hit the cinema and I'mma get the hoes
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When I be at a theater, shit, anything goes
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I'm balling outta control, girls know I'm loaded with dough
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But shit, I'm stingy as fuck, I'm fucking stingy ass hoes
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These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm like what up
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Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees, my candy paint's enough
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If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get
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Then I'mma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see
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Balling uncontrollably
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Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck
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I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you sucking my dick or what?
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I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit
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Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch?
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You fucking keyed up my Benz, bitch, I beat up my friends
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Don't think I won't beat a bitch, I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs
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You fucking retard, I'll have you sucking farts out my seat
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I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
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What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
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I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
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I fucking take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me
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How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV?
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Turn around and use it on me, you tryna snort all my keys?
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You fucking get in back, you're coming to Florida with me
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Tell your momma I'mma drop you off at the hospital later
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We finna make this run, take this gun and cover me, Slater, and quit your
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Balling uncontrollably
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Tracy, I joined this class 'cause I thought I'd be cooking with a partner
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But she's never here and I don't get twice the credit for all the work
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I didn't invent odd numbers, Seth
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I know, but I'm over here in my unit, every day, cooking my terrible tasting food, and then I gotta look over at Evan
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I mean look at him, it looks like the most fun I've ever seen in my entire life
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And, I'm just saying, I wash and dry, I'm like a single mother
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And no offense but everyone takes this class to get an A and it's bullshit, but uh, no offense, I'm just saying
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And I'm not putting down your profession, but when am I gonna need to cook tiramisu?
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Am I gonna be a chef? No. There's three weeks left in school, give me a freaking break, sorry for cursing.
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Oh my god, that's like the coolest fucking story I've ever heard in my life, it's insane
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Can you tell us again? Do you have time? Tracy, Tracy, can you hear me?
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I'm in the car right now. Listen, I am McLovin, yeah. McLovin in the house! McLovin in the house! Yeah
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Balling Unkontrollably
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| Eminem |
