[Verse 1:]
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Mom said I'm crazy and then she kicked me out
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I used that motivation for shit to spit about
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Two thousand watt amp, three thousand dollar lamp
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I'm coming from the ghetto, now where my food stamps?
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I smell the scent of college, now where's my fucking grants?
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No money in the bank, only in my pants
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Counting up dollars like the pole when the strippers dance
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Take your day serious cause some niggas don't get the chance
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I consider me lucky
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Got these haters all hushed like the puppy, stuffing
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Goes inside their chickens that are clucking
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I'll be like an iPhone, your girl wanna touch me
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[Hook:]
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I got it, I got it, I got it, you got it?
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I got it, I got it, I got it, you got it?
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[Verse 2:]
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Man they put me out, man they put me out
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And a man is in the man if you gotta pussy out
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Whooshin' on the couch and bushin' at the mouth
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Slut want comfort and them cushions on the couch
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I'm a get up, and chase that money
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A bumblebee with pollen feeling make that honey
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I can't be tall and shrink like a midget
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She can't give me her number and I not call them digits
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He lives in anxiety, he twitches and he fidgets
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If he don't tell you his story, ask this homie Bridget
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And Bridget is like a down-ass ho
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But a woman that knows his story won't tell a soul
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Cause once you reap you a soul, karma only grows
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Carmen only knows when she's riding in the gear
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Mercedes come around with money, throw like a cheer
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Visa for Mona Lisa with a C cup, drink up
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[Hook]
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