As I¡¯m thumbing through the cash I get an erection
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Making movies I advise the viewer¡¯s discression
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So people only fuck with me because of my profession
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So when I¡¯m looking at my friends I see the deception
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I don¡¯t know, almost lost it all on a couple ocassions
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I done have some close calls like a presentation
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Every thought that money talks to me like a good citation
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I wish I¡¯ve been on my neck, yeah I bought a bracelet
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All it takes is patience and yeah I get impatient
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Cause I enjoy it when the bank is my current location
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And I get goose bumps as I slide my licks into the silence
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Plus I¡¯m a father, so I love when my children be shining
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Addicted to fast car and fast women, but who isn¡¯t
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I could say I¡¯m different, but I¡¯m just a regular old ass nigga
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I used to do it for fun, until I had keys
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And had peers who stabbed me from the, rear
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I¡¯m tryina win, so my losses are unsufferable
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Keys to the game, stay humble, never get contemplable
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And never show weakness, I won¡¯t be handled by a man
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I bury you further, call to make sure you understand
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Bury you further, to make sure you under, stand
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I¡¯m still grinding man, I own it for family
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Grandma need a residence, grand daddy taking medicine
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Sister tired of paying the shit, so joker getting president
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Joker gotta watch these pussy niggas who hating on me
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Welcome pussies better know that nigga joker waiting on you
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Tryina get better, but I¡¯m still fearing judgement day
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Cause no matter how much I change, I still gotta pay
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Lord give me some slack, a young wild and I¡¯m black
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I love me some weed and some pussy
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But I¡¯m addicted to the scratch
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Money, pesos, dollars, ¡¦euros, pounds
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Filled with bands, skrilla breads, first grind
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Even caught many tens
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Man I swear to god man these niggas fuck niggas
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That¡¯s why my mind on money man
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Fuck niggas, really dog, I only put my trust in the kids
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Glock 40, black 40, those are my fraternal twins
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Take a stroll down puffa, see the niggas that roll with me
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They get they own money
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So I just spoil em with loyalty
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Got a ¡¦maning d, I go to war for them
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They mexi know with scales, they are my extra
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Bands, grands, they got it made mill, real nigga, hey man.
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The Explanation (Chapter 1)
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Tha Joker |