| Figured that I gotta sell dope, or the money won’t grow
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| Figured I was Too Short, and I could never turn pro
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| You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that 80 grand wrist
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| Told me we could never get rich
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| Now watch me ride the Chevy hit the switch
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Aye, riding through the city on chrome
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| Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey, foreign keys bitch please
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Flossin' in the mind, stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work
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| Uh, I done came from the dirt
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| Now the engine make the tire go skrrt
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| Used to sleep with roaches cracky uncle and all
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| Now a hundred thousand just a hour involved
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| So easy how I make a mill' flip
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| Snoop ain’t the only rich crip, nigga
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| From sleepin' on Tops couch to multiple bank accounts
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| To havin' me a mall for house
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| They tried to slim my chances as kid though
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| They always said I’d never make it big though
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Picture me rollin', ooh
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| Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Picture me rollin', ooh, yea
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| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
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| Yeah, so high, so high
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| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| So high
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| So high
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Aye, wait, waitin' on my turn to get paid
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| Nigga trying to make a mill' a day
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| Put that rental on in the interstate
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| Since a youngin' I was gifted
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| Momma bought me some things for the bitches
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| Bruh, I go through some things you gotta witness
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| Stomach get to mumblin' at night
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| Watchin' every car that drive by, lookin' every driver in the eye
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| 52nd enterprise, marchin' in these Chucks like they boots
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| Money make a pussy get the juice
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| Money make the copper give a pass
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| Money make me cop a bigger roof
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| Money got me skippin' every class
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| Tryna kill 'em for the summer
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| The teachers ain’t teachin', the judge taught us numbers
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| We was raised by single mothers
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| Pop once took us undercover
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| Through the streets we learned colors
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| Hiding from the reaper tryna' dodge the cage
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| This shit I’ve done to rhyme on this stage
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| I went from king of the corner
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| To breaking down weed on my diploma
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Picture me rollin', ooh
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| Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Picture me rollin', ooh, yea
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| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
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| Yeah, so high, so high
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| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| So high
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| So high
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch
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| Straight ballin' like a bitch |