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(Intro) |
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Can't stop this money flow broke ass ***** never |
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Hating ass ***** |
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(Verse 1: Juicy J) |
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I got them shooters on deck, AKs with banana clips |
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We ain't bout that talking you get smoked like cancer sticks |
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My ***** only move a real *****s and goons |
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They don't know how to talk, they only know how to shoot |
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Dropped a coupla' bands, and get your top peel off |
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While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf |
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My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin |
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I'm on this codeine cause this ***** got me coughin' |
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From Memphis Tennessee, where it ain't Ten-A-Key |
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Find a ***** dead in his house, he just a memory (You gone) |
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*****s starving in these streets, coming for your stash |
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A gun plus a mask, you do the math |
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Still stepping on them blocks like hopscotch |
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Goons on deck shooting like they own a shot clock |
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Real ***** always counting like a stop watch |
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Pull them out the toaster, that turn you to a pop tart (*****) |
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Hundred bandz on a watch, ***** its my time (*****) |
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We was totin' pistols for school before Columbine (Always) |
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Juicy J, North Memphis Vet (You know it) |
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I went in and buy a Corvette and put it on my neck (You know it) |
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Money talk, you broke *****s is deaf (You know it) |
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***** I'm blowing on loud, and so is my check (You see it) |
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Fully automatics, no auto tune |
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I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wounds |
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(Hook) |
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Boss *****, I be calling shots (Always) |
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You shaking ass *****s, be calling cops (They calling) |
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If I got any problems, I call them shooters (They coming) |
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My ***** got plenty racks, I call them hooters (They coming) (2X) |
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(Outro) |
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Real *****t real spit |
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Get your money up ***** |
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Yeah |
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Mafia |
