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INTRO |
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Is he, is he wild? Yes he, yes he is |
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Is he, is he wild? Yes he, yes he is |
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Is he, is he wild? Yes he, yes he is |
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Over here |
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Let me tell it for a minute |
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Back at you now |
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Yo |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Are these the hardest shoes to fill y'all |
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Take it in, as far as money's concerned, I'mma break it in |
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Your golden glove too stiff player? Break it in |
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Never heard of surplus, the way we touch |
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Was like two, two gets this busy this much |
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Severed all my ties and burnt all my bridges |
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With the art of being broke, leaving y'all folks suspicious |
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Like who's that? Cool cat move back |
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Y'all focus on one's, I'll let twos stack |
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I'mma prove that, the funk run in my vains |
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And finance run in my brain, so they one in the same |
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My definition is success, keep 'em running from my reign |
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Acid, it's classic, stresses of the game |
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Moving past it, save it for drastic measures |
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Turn the common paper chaser seeking plastic pleasures |
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Smart card, my heart bogs to define pressure |
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The lowest I go is 50/50 split no lesser |
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Ride with me man, while we conquor this Earth |
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Squeezing pennies out this thing called rap for what it's worth |
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I'mma still get by |
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CHORUS (R&B singer) |
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The worst will bet ya, is this money or love |
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Wild bout will get ya, is this money or love |
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Yo, I'll keep my change over there, see it? |
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Never touch it, besides my maffy(?) he play the crutches |
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Ever since I got the know how, sugar |
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No change for ya, I'll throw this brain to ya |
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before I feel some shame for ya |
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And breakdown 'fess up, feel some pain for ya |
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A mile in my shoes will prove this ain't strange to ya |
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I see my world through the eyes of envious |
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First question, can he bust? Fo' sure I can |
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Bet my {motherf**kin} last penny know I can |
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Y'all {niggaz} know it the way y'all hold mic stands |
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Still do it for the love, my {niggaz} stay above |
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Sea level, feeling the highs like treble |
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Even if the rule is fight fair, embezel |
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And rock at navy blue six, no time to revel |
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In light of their riches, still hitting switches |
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Before you throw your criticism, wash your dishes |
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The black magic rap lady go me spittin' vicious |
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Swimming with sharks, hitting the charts, mind your business |
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I got to go |
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CHORUS X2 |
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Every now and then I'm looking at my pen |
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Thinking are we really friends, or |
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Or am I just {f**ked} up something like pretend |
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Would I hold my honey tighter even if she had no ends |
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Or turn the {bitch} out and cop a 600 Benz, oh lord |
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** silent line ** |
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Shake her ass worldwide and throw the cheese to me |
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From ho to housewife, satisfy my needs |
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She'll do wonders for my hunger, while massaging my greed |
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Ya HEARD me? |
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We bring every last John to his bloody knees |
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While she wax off, I get my wax on |
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Ya Hot 97 and your Power 106 |
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Peep my property and throw Saukrates these chips |
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I got to go |
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CHORUS X4 |
