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[Juvenile]
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Damn I got platinum on both of my wrists and my pinky
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and my album went platinum too
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Man you know I'm a stunt'
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All these other rappers, look.. *NEW CASH MONEYYYYYYY*
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I'm sick of it, niggaz illliterate
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and I need me seven zeroes or somethin legitament
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I done shot at niggaz, and I been shot at
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I done had a whole lotta old folks tellin me stop that
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I'm sorry but them Lexus trucks, I gotta cop that
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Would be even mo' sweeter, if I could drop that
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You see all of them Crystal bottles, I pop that
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and I'm bout to go and find me a new mall to shop at
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[B.G.]
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I'm out the heart of the hood
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Niggaz like to bust heads and look good
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Ride on 20's with TV's leather interior and wood
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Rolexes, at least 10 G's on a necklace
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Pullin up at the club in two Caddy truck stretches
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My click boss nigga, try to follow us get lost nigga
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We'll buy a whole block no matter the cost nigga
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My money long, my dick long, I'm off the chain
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B.G. got it goin on respect the game
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Chorus: B.G. (repeat 2X)
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Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love
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Get in our path of money and your head get bust
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[Baby]
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Nigga I live like an old man, but I'ma young man
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with bout three million dollar worth of cars in my name
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Went to East ?? bought the whole block man
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Got these white folks fucked up by the mouth man
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E'ry type 2000, me and Juvie got 'em
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V8 350 Camaro, Fresh got 'em
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Bought a million dolla Rolex, a nigga doubtin
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Cartier watch for three-hundred and fifty thousand
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A hundered-thousand dollar grill and a nigga smilin
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Matchin platinum ink pens for four thousand
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Bought a hundred-thousand Benz and I'm buckwild with it
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Changin everything from the in and the out in it
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[Mannie Fresh]
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How you figure you the nigga, to shut it down?
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What you mad convertible Jag cause I let it down?
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You know who I am, God damn
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You ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then look here nigga scram
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Now what in the wide wide world of ballin is that?
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Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck bitch
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Who made that car? I never seen that on the streets
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We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two gold teeth
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Chorus
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[Lil' Wayne]
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Now, now, now, now
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I'ma stun'na, reppa, ride around in different hummers
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with a dozen, heffers, fifty-thousand dollar Roley
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with a crusted, bezel, niggaz can't compete with us
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We on another, level, watch us scratch off in the Viper
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with the windows, tinted, automatic start with VCR's
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and TV's, in it, I always go out my pocket
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Never penny, pinchin, that's why I'm dippin my Expedition
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with plenty, women, and they wit it, wit it
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Not to mention, bout my Ninja, with the extension
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What about my condominum wit yo wife in the kitchen
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See I gets lots of attention I'm the youngest, Tymer
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Plus I step into the light wit them humongous, diamonds
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See everybody know I'm Lil' Wayne soilder
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Pull up in the 4 dot 6 Range Rover
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Baby had me drinkin think I got a hangover
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Weezy Weez nigga, Hot Boys, game over
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Chorus 2X
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[Outro]
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Nigga, it's Cash Money Millionaires
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Fuck with us nigga, your head get bust
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We step in the light, and it and it just be
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bling bling, bling, bling bling
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What? My nigga B.Geezy
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What? My nigga, B.eatrice
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Huh, my nigga Mannie Fresh, what?
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My nigga Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huh
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My nigga Ju-vey, that motherfuckin Hot Boy
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Nigga, Cash Money takin over this bitch
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and we ain't lettin go yet..
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{*unintelligible over DJ Clue and beat here on out*}
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Millionaire
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Hot Boys |