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[INTRO:]Ayo |
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Green... I feel like |
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I'm turnin green too! |
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From Bill |
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Bixby!... to some incredible |
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Hulk shit! |
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I don't even know why u give me shit like this to spit to? |
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I'm sure we speak the same language |
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Fuck you bitches... pay me |
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Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger fitted |
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Whenever it come to paper... better know |
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I'm major with it |
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Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard |
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I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit |
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Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue |
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I slice you with the razor quit it |
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Icey till |
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I make it frigid... (BURRRR)... |
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The laws of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets |
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I get up all up in it |
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Kickin down the door (Who is it!?) |
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Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit |
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After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if |
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I gave a shit if not |
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I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did |
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It(HEYAAA) |
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It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick |
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Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines |
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Funny how |
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I fuck dimes... bitch you know |
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I want mine |
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Where my fuckin money? ![HOOK:] |
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I ain't speakin foreign... you know what |
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I'm saying |
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Better have my bread nigga |
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I ain't playin(Bitch... where my fucking money?) |
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Mark every word spoken, better sell your pussy |
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If you think |
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I'm jokin?(muhfucker... where my fuckin money?) |
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Think I still ain't crazy cause |
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I cut my dread |
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And if you short my cake |
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I'm off side of your head(bitch where my fuckin money?)[VERSE 2:](OHHHH) |
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Critical it's pitifull |
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I'm cynical |
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How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper |
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Topsy-tervy contraversy |
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I'm so thirsty go no mercy |
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For some of these bitches... |
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I collect my money now and later |
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Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip |
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Cake up everyday |
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I wake I R |
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ATE the way my money flip |
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I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine |
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I'm takin it |
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Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is mine |
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No need to second guess it check |
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I'm the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined |
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Because I profit from your losses |
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You don't want it... you should get it |
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In the hood with you money... |
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I extended my line of credit |
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The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets |
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Simple niggaz style pathetic |
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Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines |
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Funny how |
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I fuck dimes... bitch you know |
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I want mine |
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Where my fuckin money? ![HOOK:] |
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I ain't speakin foreign... you know what |
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I'm saying |
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Better have my bread nigga |
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I ain't playin(Bitch... where my fucking money?) |
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Mark every word spoken, better sell your pussy |
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If you think |
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I'm jokin?(Muhfucker... where my fuckin money?) |
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Think I still ain't crazy cause |
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I cut my dread |
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And if you short my cake |
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I'm off side of your head(bitch where my fuckin money?) |
