Feat. Twista
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[Hook]
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I used to love these hoes
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But now I love this money!
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Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind
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But when they realize that I gotta grind
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Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind
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But when they realize
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I replaced the lies and the thighs and the hotter dimes
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With the fuckin rhymes and the ties and the dolla signs
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The symbol of the producers
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I full want my mental producers
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I'm leaving these haters clueless
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When I spit because they missin' what I get because I'm cold
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Real niggas listen to the shit that I unfold
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I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin' these hoes
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Now that I be on my money, it's funny the way that I govern these hoes
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I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin' these hoes
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Now that I be on my money, it's funny the way that I govern these hoes
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And I be runnin' these hoes, doin' whatever I wanna do with em
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As long as I be on my paper, cus I'm gon' let nothing in front of me after my currency flow
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And if we getting the fetty so up
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But I throw it away but the bitches don't want
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If they talk about me
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Your position to fall will be nothing
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I'm done wit yo frontin', just give me yo dollars, I don't wanna holler
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I don't want yo woman, I want the Apollo
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But see for the Benjamins I got my shotta
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And Twista love dollars but I admit
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[Hook]
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Work Pt. 2
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| Ty$ |
