I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of ***
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Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it
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What you tell her?
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Ain’t a nare 'nother puttin' on like me
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I can buy the bar out seven days out the week
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We gettin' money
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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I’m gettin' money, I’m doin' my thing
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Check out my car, check out my chain
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You and me, we are not he same, at all
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You be fakin' wit it, I let my **** ****
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The Alfa flow, plus a nitty beat
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Equals mo money baby, and mo **** to ****
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They cut the check, that’s why I’m stuntin' on em
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And they know in they hearts, that they don’t want it, at all
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Cause I got new Nena’s, and new choppas
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Then send these old ****** to some new doctors
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I dropped a hundred at the mall but I ain’t done yet
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I’m a real hood ****, what the **** did you expect?
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I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of ***
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Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it
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What you tell her?
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Ain’t a nare 'nother puttin' on like me
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I can buy the bar out seven days out the week
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We gettin' money
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Wet paint, 10 stacks, chrome feet
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Digital dash, ya’ll and bucket seats
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Steering wheel costs about a G
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Plexi-glass on the windows cuzz the trunk beat
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Boom, boom, boom, boom
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Passenger is a cold *****
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Shh, but keep that on the low between you and me
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Don’t tell nobody, uh uh, uh huh, she don’t *** down
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I got a Marriott suite, I’m bout to go down
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I was in and out, I couldn’t spend the night
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She got her man at home, I just get her right
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Uh uh, uh huh, that’s how the game goes
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Like Snoop Dogg said man, you can’t trust these ****
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I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of ***
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Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it
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What you tell her?
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Ain’t a nare 'nother puttin' on like me
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I can buy the bar out seven days out the week
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We gettin' money
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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We still gettin' money, it’s still going down
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We still poppin' bottles, we still ****** ******
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And yeah, the chain’s platinum, but I’m still hood
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And still posted on the block, I wish a ***** would
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Ride by and give my chain a hard look
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Tryin' to take mines, **** around and get your life took
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Now all the real goons, throw your sets up
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They don’t let us in now, now they all messed up
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They know it goes down, when we come through
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Life race ahead baby, make it do what it do
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Cuzz this a new swag, wit a new swang
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You think them ***** showed they ***
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Then watch me do my **** thing
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I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of ***
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Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it
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What you tell her?
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Ain’t a nare another puttin' on like me
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I can buy the bar out seven days out the week
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We gettin' money
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Yes sirr |