[Verse 1:]
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Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin
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Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin
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Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin
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Hit the hood got a bag of that this mornin
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Know I'm livin' good all them dog hoes on me
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Good dope sells all over my phone
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Know I'm finna keep it gangsta all over this song
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Got my hands all over this chrome
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Nigga act hard all day long mayne f**k that
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Mayne I'll put it on my chain you won't bust a gat
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Mayne let me take you to the backyard
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Different color lacks boy
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Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll don't understand
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Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit
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Why is you sayin shit, who is you playin with
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I got a big house, who is you stayin with
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Till you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist
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[Chorus:]
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Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money
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Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
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Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money
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Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
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Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money
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Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
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Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money
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Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll just f**kin around
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[Verse 2:]
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You saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip
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Music with the big rims, boy you a trip
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If you knew what I was worth boy I bet you would flip
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And the majority of these bitches I done already ripped
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These hoes rippin off a pimp (what!)
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Tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch
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Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin out
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Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't sittin out
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Had my wife beater and my braclets and my pants on
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Bitch I still had 85 grand on
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Think I ain't demonic gettin on then ya damn wrong
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Play with me, I wouldn't even take a chance on it
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Bitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone
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9 times outta 10 you ain't stayin long
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Devil ass niggas I've been tryin not to stand on em
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Mayne I'm hot, mayne ya'll need to turn tha fan on
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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We hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin it
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We gettin money like we growin it
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A lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin it
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Drankin till I'm throwin it, I'll see ya'll in the morning
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See me put the tag in the window, just soarin it
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My hips say I warn ya, my whip say I'm doin it
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All I'm sayin, man don't complain, I'll ruin it
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I'll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in it
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Bitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute late
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Album waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffet
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And I just got tha new J's, these go good with my new shades
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Stopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for [? ]
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Straight to the hood to see some new cake
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Aye that crown will mess with my shake
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No matter where you go I'm a stay in yo place
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If you ain't gettin no money better stay in your place
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Grim don't stop then we goin all day
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So iced out, it been snowin all day
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Trill ent and we goin all day
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Ya'll niggas broke and it's all in ya'll face
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[Chorus]
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Y'all Ain't Makin' No Money
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| Webbie |
