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Now this is to all the misses |
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Blowin' me kisses and tryin' to dip into my riches |
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Bitches, I'm not a pooh butt |
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Goin' for broke on a gold digger slut |
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No I'm not a turkey so don't try to roast a |
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You're better off stickin' a fork in a toaster |
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You think I'm stupid cause I'm a musician |
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Well I've been trickin' longer than any magician |
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Stunts, they grunt, cause me that they want |
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And if I don't put up a billfold, they put up a front |
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Skeezers, I'm proud to present |
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A man who will never pay your rent |
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Do you like a jigsaw, leave you thighs red raw |
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Rubbers on your phone card, playin' you like b-ball |
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And it's like that, 'cause my pockets are fat |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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Oh, money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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Oh, money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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I don't think that I'm better than you or you're better than me |
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But I know how I'm livin', G |
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If you ask my advice how to get where I am, damn! |
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Think for yourself, man |
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Tried to tell you before, you thought I was dumb |
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Now I'm clockin' and you want some |
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You thought I was a loser, just another bruiser |
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But who's a-goin' to the bank and who's in debt? |
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Hahaha, and I ain't finished yet |
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Thought I was done with the power |
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New single slammin', now your grapes are sour |
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Laughin' cause you thought I was failin' |
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Rough ride's over, post move sailin' |
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Look at you doughnut hole |
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I'm livin' large, 'cause I'm in control |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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Oh, money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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Oh, money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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Twinkle twinkle, I live like a star |
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While you're drinkin' Kool-Aid from mayonnaise jars |
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Talk about me stupid when I'm on tour |
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But when I get home, you're at my front door |
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Cashin' me, juicin' me, callin' me homie |
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You're to the curb, wantin' me down with the posse pony |
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Dude, I pay to play, slay, jockin' my trade |
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Make A as I grade, livin' large these days |
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Hey, ain't give a damn about what you say |
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All your crew needs to switch with the gasket |
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You all need to come off that old ill shit |
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And try to better yourself instead of me |
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'Cause even if you do, I'm still Terrible B |
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To me it's a race for the money |
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Not who's roughest or toughest, dummies |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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Oh, money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
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Oh, money money |
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We're talkin' about money money |
