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[Intro: from "Super Fly"] |
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"Fat Freddie man... " |
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"What's the matter with the fat man? " |
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"The dude ain't got your money... |
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He's been all stretched out, like he's come in some money or somethin" |
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"That's his ass" |
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"He's good for it. It's that bitch of his that's the problem" |
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"I got 50 men out on the street |
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Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve |
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Is that it, is that what you're telling me dude? " |
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Money machine, yeah |
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Do you even what the money machine sound like? |
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Money machine, haha, yeh,.. nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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[Verse 1:] |
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On, on, break of dawn |
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Can't stop nigga too hot early morn |
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I'm at the rim shop, fool, I really be on, my Chip Foose shit |
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Sketch it out and put it together, I really do this |
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Driving gloves Louis Vuitton, my shoes is |
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Glued to the pedal, press to the metal, I'm moving |
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Jets in the house bitch, you ain't help us move in |
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So why you got your hands out now stupid |
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Had you played your role |
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You would have got your credit at the end of the movie |
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Listening to them hoes, you on Front Street |
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Swimming in blood soaked clothes |
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Bitch it's shark week, ho you lunch meat |
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You thinking I'm somethin' sweet, got me confused |
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With the cotton candy hues on my 83 |
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Diamonds against my wood, lighting one up for Pimp C |
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Riding with no tint to let them hoes know this |
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Smoke it, yeah |
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[Hook:] |
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Money machine |
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Nigga you can count on |
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Money machine (money machine) |
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You can count on |
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[Verse 2:] |
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High rises, wise guysing |
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Mob wives counting dollars pile up |
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A batmobile in my drive way, the Skydiver |
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Bringing more kush, jet fueled to the fire |
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Round you them bad bitches acting mad quiet |
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Hoes in the line, tryna tag team Roddy - nigga it's the pilot |
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Boat deck in my Nautica sweats, I'm yachting |
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Open water wilding like a Somalian pirate |
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Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted |
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On ditching your simping and riding |
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Jet life is simple, we got it |
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To be honest, them other fools is square boxes |
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Funny nigga singing now, they Jamie Foxxes |
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Don't trip, we gon' keep on doing our shit, fool! |
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Ain't nothing changed but the balance |
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On the accounts in my name keep adding, maine |
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[Hook] |