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koopa, i said i never cheat on my money, |
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it's funny how hos don't belive me, |
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watch mad hatter and cat hatter but gave it to me because im greedy |
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dont be touchin all on my money 'cause that makes my honey look sleazy |
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getten paid is like, good sex 'cause my money comes easy |
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my phat stack be the reason nappy head hos wanna trap me |
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they be like dont he look exactly like my son he the pappy |
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haters be makin my dough unhappy you should give me ya propers |
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for makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya |
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[chorus] |
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don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers |
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big houses, candy paint, |
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and big swangers ya |
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if it aint bout no money dont call my pager |
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because my money gets jealous |
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blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers |
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we just entertainers dont point your finger ya |
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i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. |
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because my money get jealous |
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[verse 2] |
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listen, see i used to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad |
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i'd ask her for a number to call she'd laugh and tell a playa naw |
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take the bus a block and stop i'd hop in my candy car |
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with texas plates, pop the trunk while the neon lights say. aww |
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i bet you feel stupid got to confess the truth is |
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bullet proof vest on my chest so i cant get shot by cupid |
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man man im the man the ladies cant understand |
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how i can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man |
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[chorus] |
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don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers |
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big houses, candy paint, |
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and big swangers ya |
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if it aint bout no money dont call my pager |
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because my money gets jealous |
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blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers |
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we just entertainers dont point your finger ya |
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i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. |
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because my money get jealous |
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[verse 3] |
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(doorbell) who is it... here lizard lizard lizard |
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pretty red bones and hot yellas in high heels tryin to get us |
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we treat them like some cinderellas naw |
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my money gets jealous |
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we got tickets is what they tells us |
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the bail bonds mail us lettas and tell us the police comin to get us so |
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my money gets jealous |
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uncle sam dont wanna let us ball on 20 inch proppelers |
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gimme my cut is what he tell us no |
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my money gets jealous |
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cant even trust my own fellas some got secret vendettas |
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probaly plottin bout tring to get us |
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my money gets jealous |
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you never know me and mad hatter might |
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take a flight to nevada right |
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middle ring at the tyson fight |
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but i'm sitting next to evander's wife |
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never trick and throw this no |
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rose petals no candle light |
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if you wanna see a G dont ask me go ask Vanna White |
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koopa spend a grand a night |
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wanna show i demand the price |
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thats right because i hot as a damn can of louisiana spice |
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never bite the hand that writes the checks or you'll go broke uhh |
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could you see me grippin oak |
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or do you wish to see me choke |
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[extended versus] |
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get on your paper chase 'n get your change |
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'cause you dont know how long you'll last in this game |
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visions of twankies twistin while im grippin grain |
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this girl in the passenger seat i dont know her name |
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she said if i just let her hop on up my thang |
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she'd put it on me and i'd never be the same |
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that'd be nice but i do not think that that's gone do a thang |
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im married to my change and that will never change man |
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[chorus] |
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don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers |
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big houses, candy paint, |
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and big swingers ya |
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if it aint bout no money dont call my pager |
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because my money gets jealous |
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blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers |
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we just entertainers dont point your finger ya |
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i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. |
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because my money get jealous |
