[Hook x2]
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All my niggas really want the money
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We don't want nothing else nigga I promise
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All my niggas really want the money
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All my niggas really want the money
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[Verse 1: E40]
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All we want is the money
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The Mozzarella Galbani
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I got more guns than the army
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Can't let no bitch nigga harm me
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I got that purple like Barney
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I got two bitches that's horny
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They say they niggas is corny
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They never there and they lonely
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They bought a bottle of 'trony
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And now they ready to blow me
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If you know me you owe me
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That's what I told her for sho'
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I'm a mac just like Goldie
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Me and my cronies and brodies
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Rollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties
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That's us if you smell smoke
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Cookies the antidote
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Puffing that rope-a-dope
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My partner's they kinfolk
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They rap and they sell coke
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Bust ya head like a cantaloupe
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In the summer a peacoat
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My iPhone is jailbroke
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Leaning like the Tower of Pisa
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Promethazina
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Sweatin' like we under a heater
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It's hot in here
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All them suckers that's talking crazy
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They not in here
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Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
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I'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut
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I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up
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Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut
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Talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched
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I'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty
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I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready
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Turkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie
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Trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the [jevy?]
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So c'mon! About to hit another Lick
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¡®Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip
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Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip
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Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis
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So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly
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Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati
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My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi
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I stay younger than the muscle
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Got the gang from Charlie hustle
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
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Pockets will advance, clear the room
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If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve
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See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party
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Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy
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Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy
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Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding
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That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins
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We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs
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No credit cards, just debit and large cash
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And a real big bag, smell like a forest
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I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass
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Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass
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Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties
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Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty
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King East Bay, E-40, boss leany
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Money all there, your money Houdini
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All My Niggaz
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E-40 |