[ad libs for the first 28 seconds as a machine counts money]
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[Chorus: Yung Joc]
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Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah)
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Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah)
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You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah)
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Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah)
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Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
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Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
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Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
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Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha
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[Yung Joc]
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Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now
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E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G.
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Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak
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Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood
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350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good
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Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could
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On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood
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Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies
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I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies
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Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck
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Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
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What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp
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Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp
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If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc
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The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop
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Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin
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And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question
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[Chorus]
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[Yung Joc]
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Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams
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Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin
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I love the streets boi, I fuck with D boy
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Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy
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Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe
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So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!)
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I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe
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All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo'
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From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood
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Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would
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Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel
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I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live
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[Chorus]
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[Diddy]
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Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man!
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C'mon check this out
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Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$
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The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished
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I know, you see it, think twice to believe it
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Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming
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Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back
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The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack
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C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill
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(Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (LET'S GO~!)
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[Chorus]
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Hell Yeah
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Yung Joc |