[Dame Dash + Parlae:]
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How rich y'all niggas wanna be? (Franchize!)
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You wanna be a millionaire? (DFB, Bitch!)
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You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
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Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
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I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
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[Chorus:]
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I got them Bricks 4 The High & the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash:]
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Nigga I fuckin' hustle, nigga I get money!
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I can get money doin' anything!
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I got them Bricks 4 The High & the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash:]
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Nigga I really do my thing.
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Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
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[Buddie:]
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I was posted in that tip (Tip)
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And my homeboy home
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Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush)
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In my Sean John Jones
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I got the mild for the low (Low)
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From smokin' plenty optimos
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Tryin' to make a quick flip, like my partner Maceo
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I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa...
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20 G's on the chain & I'm still worth a couple blocks....
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(all that man, I need a 4 a duece)
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It started in that temp, flippin' mid's by them O-Z's.
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[Pimpin':]
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On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
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2 gram, 50's, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
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That's one, I fulfill nigga's order.
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What you nigga's wanna order?
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06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
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Rebirth! Don't cut out my 4 ways
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I stash purp pounds, that down for the drop days
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And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
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I break one down & the rest goin' 4 The High.
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[Chorus:]
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I got them Bricks 4 The High & the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash:]
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I sound like the shit these niggas is talkin'
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Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
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That's why I'm fuckin' wit 'em, Hey!
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I got them Bricks 4 The High & the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down.
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[Dame Dash:]
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I got houses in different continents nigga!
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Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
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Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!?
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[Jizzal Man:]
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I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the rulin' general
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Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
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I'm workin' hard white, So I never twurk & touch & bust
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My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touch
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My money come in stacks (Stacks)
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And I know just how to get it man
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A low profile, might be ridin' a Honda Civic man
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You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work home
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I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone
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Connects so sweet (Sweet)
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And I'm dealin' wit the Caribbeans'
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They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my Europeans'
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Supplyin' whole towns, little counters, in the projects
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Tryin' to double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
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For you nigga's that like to pop (Pop)
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You know I got them pills too
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Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin' like some wheels fool
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This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
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I got my own bizness, I call this shit the Franchize!
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[Chorus:]
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I got them Bricks 4 The High & the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash + Jim Jones:]
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Nigga's get a million dollars & think they gettin' it? (Harlem!)
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Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)
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I got them Bricks 4 The High & the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down....
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[Jim Jones:]
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Uh....Jones, Capo!
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Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm 'about this (ByrdGang!)
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Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
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Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin' (Keep it Rollin'!)
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I'm gettin' drunk blowin' seed wit the pistols showin' (Watch 'Em!)
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Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
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Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
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I'm so icy & I think they like me (Like Me)
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7 Jeans saggin' fitted cap & my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
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The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Damn....)
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And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'.
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[Parlae:]
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Aye Jim Jones
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Let your boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele |