| You already know it’s time to go to work
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| I’m back up off the kitchen workin' with a chicken
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| You get 63 grams for like twelve-fifty (Wow)
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| 50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midget
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| As soon as it’s gone, I sell another 60 (Huh)
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| My baby need some shoes, my aunty need a purse (Huh)
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| Summer coming real soon so I need a vert (Damn)
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| I hop up out that van with that duffel bag (Gucci)
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| And if a nigga try me, I’ma bust his ass (Bow)
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| I’m countin' up money in my living room
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| Birds everywhere, I call it the chicken room (Damn)
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| Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den (Gucci)
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| Attic full of guns, basement full of Benjamins (Holiday Season)
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| Two AK-47s and a blow torch
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| Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch (Huh)
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| A couple old schools in my backyard
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| If I don’t know you, I’ma serve you through my burglar bars
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| Gucci back, bitch (Back, bitch), yeah, I’m back, bitch (Huh)
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| Did you miss me (Did you miss me?) or miss my wealth bitch? |
| (Huh)
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| This that new shit (What?), that county jail shit (True)
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| That 7th floor, Rice Street, straight out a cell shit
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| You on my shit list, I’m on the Forbes list
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| Since I’m a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (Gucci)
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| I got a sick wrist (Bling), it cost 'bout six bricks
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| I’m on that slick shit, that Zone 6 shit (Huh)
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| Huh, huh, what’s happenin'?
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| So Icy CEO, we in the buildin'
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| Huh, huh, huh, Zaytoven on the track, huh, damn, damn
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| Burr, burr
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| Wow
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| Bling-blaow, bling-blaow |