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so so def hey shortie how we do hey shorite im all about that paper dough can you see me you know yeah as the clock keep ticking tick, tick gotta keep my vision bleary, im in a hurry to get this paper dont worry im a dough chaser im still living my dreams wheather its hustling, shaking and shuffling niggas around im getting more greater and its the gang shit that i aint seen yet and its the gang niggas i aint meet yet even though i been to paris and london and rome, japan, africa, bagdad amesterdam brought back a phat sack and im rolling dem joints chrome flashing sparkling like gucci colins when i throw on that boostey you niggas cant stop slobbing im a pretty young thug and its hotter than ever ****ing it up so i get paid to do stuff never when this cheddar at stake im a chain billionaire blow a couple of millon some cars so my family and homies can ride like stars chorus x2 im all about the money i dont know about you i got places i wanna go and things i wanna do gotta whole lotta living to do be4 i die and i aint got time to waste honey yeah yeah now understand me cause its not complex im yung and resteless with one life to live so i cash cheques im individually wrapped liked a fresh twinke so if i cream in the middle nigga licky, licky,licky licky become sponge bob absorb me up cant just polish this i demolish the flow niggaz astonished when i spit when im pissed i let it flow i can afford me a bentley without having to forge a signature or getting a nigga to co sign with me i get bored quickly so i saw on the g4 to cali for more sticky gravey life come hop on this tour with me lets get faded for life i used to save up cookies they are brown even but i got rid of the whole box and i didnt even turn the loot in' im shootin'its all cause of you lame ass butlers when i smirk if devils could talk mine would say **** ya! chorus x2 its so so def how could the cans get droped from the mansion to the high rise to the block we hot i rock the white people the latinos and forgeiners niggas cant see me when they cry i scratch out there corniers im warning ya i was born a winner i scarecrowed off like that anna lotono did right after she sang 'home in the weares' after the blizard thats when i came through with them frosted pieces was dripping like icicles keep a few of dem precious |
