| Fast money, fast women
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| Fast cars, black leather, black denim
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| These streets, I was in 'em
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| Stack money to the muthafuckin' ceiling
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| Got no feelings, it’s fuck bitches
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| All Money In No Money Out, we get it, yeah
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| All Money In No Money Out, we get it, yeah
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| All Money In No Money Out, we get it, yeah
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| Look, All Money In No Money Out, we get it
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| Fast cars, fast money, fast bitches
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| Marijuana scented, got me smellin' so suspicious
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| Runnin' through the airport 'cause we always last minute
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| Yeah, but they know I’m that nigga
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| So they rush a nigga through security, no hassle him
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| Nah, first class black nigga
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| Robin Jeans, black denim, pockets got cash in 'em, nigga
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| Fail a drug test like I’m Barry Bonds
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| 'Cause I’m the type to keep the kush inside the carry-on
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| Look in my eye, I’m very gone
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| Flight stewardess tell me she knows every song
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| Signin' pictures, last year I was barely known
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| Now I’m booked up, so I’m barely home
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| Rockin' stages, sellin' out each and every show
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| I killed the game with bullets, this is the burial, nigga
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| Uh, yeah, Hussle music, hotel room shit, nigga |