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[INTRO] |
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Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too! |
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From Bill ******* b!... to some incredible Hulk *******t! |
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I don't even know why you give me *******t like this to spit to? |
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I'm sure we speak the same language |
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******* you *******... pay me! |
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[VERSE 1] |
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(HAA) |
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Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger fitted |
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Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major with it |
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Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard |
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I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit |
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Even if on the slightest you take a smidget |
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or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it |
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Icey till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)... |
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The laws of physics says it's getting cold... |
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my money taller than a hall of midgets |
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I get up all up in it |
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Kickin down the door (Who is it!?) |
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******* I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit |
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After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a *******t |
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if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did it (HEYAAA) |
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It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch |
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slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick |
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Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines |
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Funny how I ******* dimes... ******* you know I want mine |
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Where my ******* money?! |
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[HOOK] |
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I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying |
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Better have my bread ******* I ain't playin |
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(*******... where my ******* money?) |
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Mark every word... spoken reddish so your ******* |
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If you think I'm jokin? |
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(muh******... where my ******* money?) |
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Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread |
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And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head |
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(******* where my ******* money?) |
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[VERSE 2] |
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(OHHHH) |
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Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical |
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How I deliver lyricals and take these other *******s paper |
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Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy |
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For some of these *******... I collect my money now and later |
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Keep it movin with the clique... while making ******* hit the strip |
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Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip |
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I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the *******ne I'm takin it |
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Ain't no mistakin it ******* what's yours is mine |
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No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind |
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the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined |
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Because I profit from your losses |
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You don't want it... you should get it |
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In the hood with you money... I extended my line of credit |
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The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a ******* pockets |
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Simple *******z style pathetic |
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Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines |
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Funny how I ******* dimes... ******* you know I want mine |
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Where my ******* money?! |
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[HOOK] |
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I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying |
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Better have my bread ******* I ain't playin |
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(*******... where my ******* money?) |
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Mark every word... spoken reddish so your ******* |
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If you think I'm jokin? |
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(Muh******... where my ******* money?) |
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Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread |
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And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head |
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(******* where my ******* money?) |
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