| 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 |