Ft. Waka Flocka & Juicy J
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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And we ain¡¯t trippin on the summer cause the stars I ¡¦
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Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
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Still young cruiser what you know bout me
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Money come, money go but it¡¯s all I see
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Land in the girl with a beat that¡¯s so so much
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And kneepads on her knee
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Cadillac, rims on wild¡¦
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Tell the motherfucker what you know bout that
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¡¦ but the grain in there
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Popping tags, back in, one more time
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Got the head, down stair, but she hide it off
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I throw the pussy like she throwing passes
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Yeah we rise on that hoe
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Took it down the spike and up throw
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Beat the monkey off till it¡¯s so
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Soon as I hit the dough she got low
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Cause she know
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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And we ain¡¯t trippin on the summer cause the stars I ¡¦
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Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
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I¡¯m forever balling nigga all about my pockets
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Too much money in my hands, I need a lot of wallets
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My conversation money and I¡¯m never talking cheap
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What you made in a year, I blew in a week
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Louie V on my clothes, ¡¦ for my foes
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Fast life, codeine fiend, everything slow
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If I was you nigga I¡¯d probably hate me too
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I¡¯m shopping for a new crib, while you making¡¦
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Wrapping up these paper cuts from stacking all this paper up
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Money don¡¯t bend ends¡¦ juicy j don¡¯t give a fuck
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I stay high as hell homie it¡¯s the only way
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Rolls Royce all white, call that bitch Lima ¡¦
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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And we ain¡¯t trippin on the summer cause the stars I ¡¦
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Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Big ass wheels, bad ass bitches
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Baby pour some liquor, doll roll up a swisher
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I think she¡¯s feeling me main
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Hypnotized by my pimping
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When I talk bitches listen
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Diamonds be glissing
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So many colors in my chain man it look like a prison
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¡¦freak out any girl, from a nun to a Christian
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I spit this izm, nancy¡¦on this trip, getting money
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something
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Turn this into something
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And we ain¡¯t trippin on the summer cause the stars I ¡¦
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Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
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Yeah I¡¯m tryna turn this into something.
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Temptation (Remix)
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Big KRIT |