(Hook) x2
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When you getting money
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These girls be running to you
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Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
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What you hating for, what you frontin for
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And tell me , why you mad
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They mad, they mad
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(Verse)
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They mad at my beamer, they mad in my porsche
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They mad I beat all them charges when I went to court
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They mad at my lawyer, he keep beatin them bodies
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They mad at my broad, she's so pretty with her body
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They mad at my money, they all actin I spending
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They mad at my phantom, 'cause it's mine not rent it
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They mad at my bracelet , they mad at my rollie
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They mad that I'm ballin' like LeBron and Kobe
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They mad at my chopper, it be laying them down
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Mother married the doctor, 'cause she ain't saving the child
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They mad 'cause I'm the last nigga out nigga
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They got shine for selling like the new gawp nigga
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(Hook) x2
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When you getting money
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These girls be running to you
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Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
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What you hating for, what you frontin for
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And tell me , why you mad
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They mad, they mad
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(Verse)
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They mad at my jag, they mad at my ‘rarri
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They mad that I mill em till I got one to the army
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They mad at them bottles, that I got at my tables
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And they mad at them fifty bust that I got on my table
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They mad at my paper, they don't like how I stack it
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Mad I ain't concerns , 'cause they know that I'm packing
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They mad at my ill blow, they mad at my new O
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I get it for the love, they mad at papichulo
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They mad at my Louie, they mad at my Gucci
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They mad at my H belt that be holding my toulie
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They mad 'cause I'm the last nigga out nigga
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They got shine for selling like the new gawp nigga
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(Hook) x2
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When you getting money
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These girls be running to you
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Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
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What you hating for, what you frontin for
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And tell me , why you mad
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They mad, they mad
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(Verse)
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They mad I know and that's no lie , no lie
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I'm mad at myself, 'cause I'm so fly
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Murder all the polo do it I'm so high
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Got hennesy in my cup, your main bitch wanna fuck with me
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Ain't going nowhere, boy you stuck to me
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And the bang is on my hip ye boy it's stuck to me
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Cracks wraps around my wrist ye my wrist is a whole key
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Niggas tell me what you see , I know you see that
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No blood, but I be where them fucking B's at
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No crip, but I be where them fucking C's at
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And man to me, it's just money and diamonds
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I gotta stay shining, show knicks perfect timing
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(Hook) x2
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When you getting money
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These girls be running to you
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Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
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What you hating for, what you frontin for
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And tell me , why you mad
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They mad, they mad
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Why You Mad
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Uncle Murda |