One thing on my mind and that's to get it
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I want the world, nigga, and everything they selling
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Riding with my niggas and them foes cops
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Take your jewels and sell 'em back with interest
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That's a pawn shop
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They be like when you gonna stop?
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Never, till I'm sitting on top
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All I know is that green light
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Gotta pull off my whole block
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Reporting live from the bottom of the map
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Riding with a 30 shot clip, bodies all neck
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Don't be reckless, don't test us, I'll put you on my checklist
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You feeling lucky today? Then I can make your death wish
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Whole body, we wreck them up, scarred body, I'll tear it up
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Aim for the nose, hit his eyes, slick, rick, patch him up
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My young niggas be acting up, check niggas, that's acting tough
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Ball for ball, I'm sick with that fire, who's gonna match 'em up?
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Nobody, I'm so gaudy, I whack niggas with no problem
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Red in my pocket groin, I ain't never had adult problems
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That's your problem, solve it nigga, ako revolver nigga
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Stay in your lane, I'm giving carvers out, I'll morgue a nigga
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East Side, we're mobbing, nigga, lames best respect that
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Jaw jacking, we're get your jaw cracked, check that
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Riding with my niggas and we mobbin'
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Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems
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30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em
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Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin'
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Money talkin', money talkin'
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Damn right, that's the money talkin'
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Money talkin', money talkin'
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God damn right, that's the money talkin'
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My young niggas ridin' with them 30 shots
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My old G still calling for a blunt
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My brother locked up, gotta send him the case
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My bitch says she straight, watch this pimp return today
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Got my chain on, fuck it, turn off all the lights
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I ain't never left, bitch my money right
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My hoes bad, I pimp hard like 8 ball
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My MG's dealer, never catch me speed up
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That loose gun I'm smoking, money 'lone came for that
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From the west side of that shot and oh, my mama, had to met Oprah
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Yeah, Boo ain't speaking 'cause the money do
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100 round drums make the killers move
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Hell no, we don't dance hoe but I'm good at blowing money like a bad hoe
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I be playing bitches, banjo
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We so loud you thought it was a bando
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Riding with my niggas and we mobbin'
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Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems
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30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em
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Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin'
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Money talkin', money talkin'
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Damn right, that's the money talkin'
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Money talkin', money talkin'
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God damn right, that's the money talkin'
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I'm riding with this mula
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My passengers, my shotgun, rider, that's my shooter
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Nightmare in the street, call me gutter Krueger
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Catch a body then catch a flight then I lay low in Aruba
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This is young money, rich game, six speeds when I switch lanes
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Me and my girl don't be a skank, 'bout to hit the bitch and blow big chains
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Still gutter, ain't shit changed, just take a look at my wrist game
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You reach for that motherfucker you won't see your wrist again
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Sinner shop or tenth bay, neck, spine or shin crank
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I spot you a half of thing I'd better that ten back, yeah
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That's the way it work, that's the way it go
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I'm screaming fuck you, pay me on the daily, hoe
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Bitch I'm riding with my niggas and we mobbin'
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Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems
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30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em
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Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin'
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Money talkin', money talkin'
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Damn right, that's the money talkin'
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Money talkin', money talkin'
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God damn right, that's the money talkin'
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Money Talkin
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