[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P]
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So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok
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Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade)
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Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi (riding so high)
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Back 2 the game yall (were back Belo, AK)
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some pimpology (escalade) so obviously we learned there biology
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(Do or Die J. P. lets ride)
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[N.A.R.D.]
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Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capers
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bending the chi and then vegas like you one of the Lakers
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steady cuffin that paper, ladys can't fake us, so I stay cautious regardless
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like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin
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(niggaz aint ready to die)
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Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lac
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bendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbin
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aww man I been on that chick since back in college
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see, she like them top notch with the glock cocked
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put the money and glock block them CEO's who invest in stock plots
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substance blowin out the sunroof with your drop top
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smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na
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so cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you
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if paper be your issue, then you be your issue
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but this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper,
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this paper make that paper so you stay away from haters
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[Chorus, Johnny P]
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we ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,
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diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh.. ohhoohhhh
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we ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,
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diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride
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[AK 47]
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You can see it in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from
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nothing
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I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac
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talkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned out
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you know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lotto
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follow, tryin to bring back money in car loads
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but its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzy
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or purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa
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its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm
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track that feeling like a spasm
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tryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheese
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they off in the breeze but it aint nothing
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if you got that paper then say something
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better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off,
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when you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off
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recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed
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check the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slow
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get up to the point where the cash will flow
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Burger King and Mcdonalds really aint the way the best will go
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and its so cold in these windy streets
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when the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit
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[Chorus]
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[Belo Zero]
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this is my motto, pop the first bottle
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louie call 1 3 grab the key then follow
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ride up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance on
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M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty
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now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show
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no how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it
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don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it
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no matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it
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make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it
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the Rockafellers Stellers and Jones
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to many other people got paper but we homeless
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and let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburban
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hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite
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no second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate
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love the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me
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[Chorus]
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[N.A.R.D.]
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J P, J P
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everybody may not have a great big Cadillac
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gangsta white walls, TV's and antennas in the back (uh uh)
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some peoples may not have a car at all
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but they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember)
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we still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls
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never givin a dime to a broad (no no never)
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and we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin)
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we gone keep on pimpin baby (for real)
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untill somebody turn the lights |