[Fabolous]
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Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
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There's alot of money over here
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(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
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Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn
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I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
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[Verse 1]
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Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub
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I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
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Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs
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And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs
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I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
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Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
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These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club
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And dont pass my green on my bub
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But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
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Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker
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Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker
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Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker
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And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker
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So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor
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Got em pullin on niggas
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And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
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They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
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[Chorus]
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Forgive me father for I have sinned
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But look at all this money that I spend
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And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
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And look at all the places that I've been
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And look at all the women in those brims
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Look at the blue flames that I'm in
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I look at all the bullshit that theres been
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And if I had another chance I'd do it again
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[Verse 2]
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Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
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Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
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I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
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Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
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Think I throw you grams if you read with me
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Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
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Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me
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Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
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I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
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But with the soap its gonna blam
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The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
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Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
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Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
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At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
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Hope you understand or use better sense
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These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
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With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
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What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
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When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
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Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular
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I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
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Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
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I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
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I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now
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Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
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Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
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Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef
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I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
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of the Cris
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And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss
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I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)
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[Chorus]
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Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea)
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I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
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Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea)
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Young G's Salute (yea)
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Get this fuckin money man
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It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea)
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I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)
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Forgive Me Father
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Fabolous |