[Intro: U-God]
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Yeah, this one right here
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Is for those fly motherfuckers
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All those motherfuckers get money
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All those money makers
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When you look in the mirror
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And you confident, your cologne is on right
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You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin'
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You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin'
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It's all like this, go get pretty like me
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[U-God]
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I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames
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Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze
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Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve
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The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s
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Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate
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Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they cant
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Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand
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Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth
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See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead
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Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers
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Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover
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I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich
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After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks
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We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics
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The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets
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She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers
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[Chorus: U-God]
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There's no one in the city like me
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No one gets gritty like me, homey
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Big wheels spinnin' on D's
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Go get pretty like me, Goldie
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You're messin' with a real O.G.
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Ya'll niggaz, y'all gon' see, homey
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No one gets gritty like me, Goldie
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Go get pretty like me
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[U-God]
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In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster
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Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra
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Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit
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Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose
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Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes
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The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake
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Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states
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Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that
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You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back
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In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap
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Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap
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My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation
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Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians
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With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation
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Getting that paper, is my motivation
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In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby
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[Chorus]
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[Hook 2X: U-God]
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Don't fuck with my bitches
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Or you'll leave in stitches, homey
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Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie
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[Chorus to fade]
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Go Get Pretty Like Me
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U-God |