(Pre-Hook)
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I¡¯m on the race to the money
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Don¡¯t call no police on me
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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They talkin, don¡¯t know my name
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All I know is my game
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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Throwin up money
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(Hook)
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Oh yea, they tryin to slow me down
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I got 100$ bills, no one slows me down
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It¡¯s big meetings and I tell the office
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Fly nigga fresh to death so get this beat a coffin
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My mind on that money, never spend without a profit
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And any anything I ever touch, bitch I¡¯mma make a profit
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I was hand in hand with it, 50¡¯s in the bag
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I swear my shit was so good, the fiends wanted clams
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I had my weight up so for some niggas I couldn¡¯t wait up
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Look I was on it, I chopped it up and I kick it later
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Like the police, them pussies want everything we got
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I¡¯m talkin shootin fiends, bricks that try to make em cop
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This home sweet home but ain¡¯t shit sweet about it
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My homie hit some niggas up and said you¡¯ll read about it
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Real life shit but you ain¡¯t livin this
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You drop the 40 in the store on some nameless shit
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We had the cutters in this grill on some dinner shit
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But you ain¡¯t turtle or a shell, you want to explain the shit bitch
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(Pre-Hook)
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I¡¯m on the race to the money
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Don¡¯t call no police on me
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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They talkin, don¡¯t know my name
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All I know is my game
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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Throwin up money
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(Hook)
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Oh yea, they tryin to slow me down
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I got 100$ bills, no one slows me down
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(Verse)
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My passport¡¯s stamped up, tell me what you travel like?
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Been on the pavement everywhere, what yo gravel like?
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In the night time, led pipe they let off
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All you hear is them tigers screamin, they fire rounds and they spit off
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Ain¡¯t no shots returned, ain¡¯t nobody call the police
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Bitch run away, it¡¯s wartime, i still be on my street
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Put that on my closet and I¡¯mma be here, what you think?
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Bitch I¡¯m off this gin and I¡¯m like middlefinger your drink ha
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Yea, it¡¯s big millions in that Taylor office
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Fly nigga fresh to death so would you want a coffin?
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You niggas gotta be livin the life
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You gotta be just getting by
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¡®Cause bitch you ain¡¯t shipin no pies
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And if it¡¯s money then we all for it
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Young boys run with metal look like young forest
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So bitch you only need money then we all for it
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Have my young boys run with metal look like young forest
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(Pre-Hook)
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I¡¯m on the race to the money
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Don¡¯t call no police on me
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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They talkin, don¡¯t know my name
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All I know is my game
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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You know I¡¯m out here, out here, out here
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Throwin up money
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(Hook)
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Oh yea, they tryin to slow me down
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I got 100$ bills, no one slows me down
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Slow Me Down
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Chevy Woods |