They used to call me uncle murda
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Now it’s the money man, I get paper
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The next day I walk round, with like 30 grand
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You know I like the paper, on the most off
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And my old G told me, that’s not how it goes, dog
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(Verse)
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Boy you better stack your paper, when the feds come
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You gonn need a good lawyer and money for bail, son
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Them bitches ain’t gonn be there for you
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When it’s fucked up
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They rockin with your dear homie
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Cause you they come up
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So a nigga smarten up, I started listenin
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Stop drinking all the most and start pimpin in
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I don’t pay they rent no more, that done been my shit
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They the reason I’m at the louie store, buying fly shit
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(Hook)
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I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
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So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me
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I be getting money, main
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Man I’m getting money
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I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
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So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me
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I be getting money, main
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Man I’m get money
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(Verse)
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They used to call me lil homie
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Now it’s big dog, I was nickle and a diamond
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Now I get rick soft
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They once call me number 2, cause I’m the shit dawg
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Don’t make me number one, y’all don’t wanna see me pissed off
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I don’t know who to trust, niggas is shady
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Bitch I had a called more, that is not my baby
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I make it rain tonight, let’s do a backflip
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For my hard earned money bitches gotta do bad tricks
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Talking bout that threesome, I did a foursome
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They treat me like I’m a king, it felt awesome
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they might be the effort but he gave me back nada
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Soft vale layin about pipin his baby mama
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(Hook) x2
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I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
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So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me
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I be getting money, main
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Man I’m getting money
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I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
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So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me
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I be getting money, main
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Man I’m get money
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Money Man
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| Uncle Murda |
