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[Featuring Mississippi]
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If you've got a ton of big face hundred dollar bills
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How much money would you have?
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And every hundred dollar bill weigh a gram
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and there's 28 grams in an ounce and there's 16 ounces in a pound
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How many pounds is it in a ton?
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Got to be about your uhh uhh uhh.....
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Verse One: C Bo
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I slide thru the 5 double 0 drop S C
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'97 Sport and shorts and matchin jew els
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Worth about a quarter, mil-ticket is how we dress
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True ballers fakin meal tickets up in the West
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I know you wanna touch us cos at the clubs you ladies rush us
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cos we're all about our cash, luxury livin and hoes love it
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Havin money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini
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A nuchi give Versace cologne, now wanna see me
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at my best or worst? I gets paper when I burst
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repeatedly, heated, dumpin low-low's, you know I'll burst
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To get my cash on, I spin the A-1 dolla
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For money by the ton, come get it with no soda
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Chorus: Mississippi
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Money by the ton, that's the way it comes
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We all, get paid
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Ooohhhh ooohhhh, we make
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money by the ton, that's the way it comes
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We all, get paid
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Oooohhhhh
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Verse Two: C-Bo
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I'm all about the paper, nothin can come between that
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but Lexus, fully diamondback, ???? and bald caps
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Holler "Thug", that's what we be, who you see?
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Steepin out of ragboys, cornises and Bentleys
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Six million dollar homes, we stays to the flow
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Now how much cash can you stack in a twenty thousand pound boat?
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It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds
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And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some
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Flossin, no one flosses like bosses do
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but caution, when they float cos the wrong step, bodyguards swoop
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to protect those, diamond Rolexos
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Sippin that XO on chromed-up leaky's and Lexo's
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I put it down, pound for pound, surrounded by the millions
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Fancy cars, movie stars tryin to make a billion
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Come show them my cash bundle, you are a pocket
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addicted to money, they can't stop it, it's daily comin by the ton
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Chorus
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Verse Three: C-Bo
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Now how you picture mad loot, stretch Rolls and rag Coupes?
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Big faces laced, I want all my dollars brand new
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I stand true to the game, on loot to the money train
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Rolex's and diamond rings, big bodies with the blowed brains
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I bring the pain to get the cash like Jesse James
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Til the wild wild West is drained by Major Pain
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Who got the loot? Big bodied Coupes and S-Classes
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And when we swoop, kickin the loot or catchin casket
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Load up the rigs, with crazy big-faced hunds
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Headed for the drug, still weighin it by the ton
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Cos money makes the world go round, stackin off-shore accounts
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Waitin on the ?????
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So be a baller, got to keep it on the slunder
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Milli'ns by the hundred, transactions thru account numbers
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More money than you ever seen in big faced hunds
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Comin in a hundred and twenty million every ton
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Chorus (x2)
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money by the ton
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c bo |