Say really, let's send this shit to the street one time, you know
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Throw the hundreds like loose chain
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(Still got my money!)
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Got your broad and your move saying
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(That really on me)
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Seats whiter than cocaine
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(That forty on me!)
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Got me and G, she brought broads, man
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(She like my homie)
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On king top, my gold chain
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My partner women, hit the dope men
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Straight guess nigga, that VP
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On that E40, that old G
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The bitch nigga be acting up
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The hoe nigga be acting fun
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That grind with ya, that shine with ya
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Be born.. I'll fetch your trial
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My Rolls Royce with my diver in
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Getting fucked up cause I ain't got to try.
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' 'em bottles came
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' and we're about to die
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Got one room, got three bitches
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And their damn underwear'
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Two black photos of' old time
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Those shoot back and niggas shooting me
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You know it!
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Hook:
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Oh, oh, oh
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All I see is signs,
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All I see is dollar signs!
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Oh, oh, oh
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Money on my mind,
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Money, money on my mind!
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Throw it, throw it up
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Watch it fall up of from the sky
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Throw it up, throw it up,
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Watch it fall out!
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Throw it up, throw it up,
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That's how we ball out!
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Throw it up, throw it up,
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Watch it all fall out!
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Throw it up, throw it up
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That's how we ball out!
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Oh, it's the biggest nigga in the game!
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(That's how we ball out!)
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Sexy bitches world wide, what's up?
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(That's how we ball out!)
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Fuck with me, yeah!
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(That's how we ball out!)
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My foreign cars, domestic beefs
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Peter Lueger's, the better seats
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Dollar after dollar, bottle after bottle
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Late for you haters, even though my plane chartered!
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Suede Balley shoes, true rude boy,
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Ferrari 400 horses and we do it for cool points!
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Baby, do the math! I'm copping Chanel bags
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Talking Belle Harbour cigars by Hermes
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Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef
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Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet, ah!
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Boss on that Avi, Rihanna screensaver
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Whenever you see fat boy, know it mean paper!
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Juice Jay pouring up cold drink
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Benz all white, no chlorine
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Bad chick with me got ass and titties
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Freaky bitch gonna fuck the whole team
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Zip-lock bag full of OG,
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I go in like a door key!
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Your girlfriend down in both knees
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She catch more balls than a'
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Purple all in my sprite,
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I'm hot as Denzel on flight.
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Screw money to make no money
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You niggas shaking like dice.
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I'm in the bed with your wife
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We're popping pills, we're going hard
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When she was with you, she was a church girl
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When she's with me, she a porn star!
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Smoking on doobies like cigarettes
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Which one of this strippers give head the best?
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Pussy so good that I think I'm in love
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What am I saying? There must be the drugs!
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Pour it up, pop that ass, I make it rain, homie!
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I'll make it flood, Shawty, you might need a raincoat!
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Strip clubs and dollar bills
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(I got my money!)
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Patron shots, can I get a refill?
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(Still got my money!)
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Strippers going up and down that pole
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(I still got my money!)
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Four a clock and we ain't going home
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(Still got my money!)
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Money make the world go round
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(Still got my money!)
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Bands make your girl go down
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(Still got my money!)
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I got more where that came from
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(Still got my money!)
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The look in your eyes, I know you want some
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(Still got my money!)
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Pour it up, pour it up
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That's how we ball out!
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That's how we ball out!
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That's how we ball out!
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That's how we ball out!
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They get it, baby! Turn on!
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I catch a case and I go to jail
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(Still got more money!)
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I came home and went back on hell
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(Still got more money!)
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I'm multiplying everything I spend
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(I still got more money!)
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These trap niggas I represent
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(I still got more money)
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This hustle game that we popping, popping
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Got big bank rolls in our pockets
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Hopping out a foreign vehicle
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Throwing 40 Gs, ain't no issue, bitch!
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I'm thorough as it get, official, bitch!
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Better watch your pussy popping
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I might wanna come and get you, bitch
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Now everywhere you may see me
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Surrounded by bad bitches like Ri-Ri
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Got them booty shots, look like Nicki
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Face and toes pretty, I'm picky.
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See these trap niggas, they on to me
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And these rap niggass up under me
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Ain't none for me to get a hundred keys
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And then stimulate the economy, like:
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True power all up!
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Watch it all fall down!
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Shoot that niggas fall up
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Watch a nigga crawl up!
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I go all out, in a verve on hard talk
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Keep talking about your bottom all out
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Nigga at your bottom mean call out!
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' I'm everything your man not
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I gotta get in there, on repeat
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Smoking Ki-ki with Ri-Ri
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Throw it in your like 3D,
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Shall let me get a sneak peak?
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And you got that thing shaved,
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Damn, baby you're a neat freak!
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She ask me where my sign
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I said an ass with two lines!
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That don't make sense, all I got is dimes! (true)
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All I do is me, no jerk off
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You ain't had to work out to get to work out, no!
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I'm so fresh blow like a dent to the soap off
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Go change my shirt off
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I sip on nigga till I dodge off
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Hook:
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Oh, oh, oh
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All I see is signs,
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All I see is dollar signs!
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Oh, oh, oh
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Money on my mind,
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Money, money on my mind!
|
Throw it, throw it up
|
Watch it fall up of from the sky
|
Throw it up, throw it up,
|
Watch it fall out!
|
Throw it up, throw it up,
|
That's how we ball out!
|
Throw it up, throw it up,
|
Watch it all fall out!
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Throw it up, throw it up
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That's how we ball out!
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Pour It Up (Remix)
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| 2 Chainz |
