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| 1. |
| 4:29 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:24 |
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| 3. |
| 4:18 | 
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(intro)
Yea... Ok.... New Playaz Circle..... As a matter of fact its gun kill me bitch!... Cuz u aint! Haaaaa! (tell em shortie) so get high! (tell'em weezy!) or get low! yea! (chorus) If I don't nuthin imma ball I'm countin all day like tha clock on the wall Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy get money! And I aint ever ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin Look honey I aint never ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin get money (Verse 1) Tha beat so hot tha flow is so ice cold Walkin to the gucci store honey I'm home I am on my shit I need a pamper on Toilet paper on the side for example hommie I... get... money I know you niggas aint heard no shit like this and While you wishing on that fallin star I'm in a foreign car Smoking out with the doors ajar Suede sun roof hangin out the big top We leave the dealership head to the rim shop You niggaz bearly dressin I got thousands piling That's that salad dressin I'm on my thousand island Whylin... stylin... I be I get so much money it's my I.d Don't try me and if I don't do nuthin ima f**kin ball And I aint bout to start runnin naw nigga naw (hook) If I don't nuthin imma ball I'm countin all day like a clock on the wall Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy get money And I aint ever ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin Look honey I say I aint never ran from a nigga and I Damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin get money (Verse 2) Aint nuthin to a boss we ballin when you see us We hear them hataz callin they too far off to see us Unless they got they glasses on get your bifocal game Class is now in session now try to stay focus mayne Your boy aint good enough style aint hood enough Would've could've should've wont do with us true enough Need a hoe break a hoe never nuthin new to us Turnin hoes to house wives never been cool with us Soon enough all these dealers are gonna catch up Till then f**k it I'm winnin so ima stack up Flows like a river tha current is so rapid Hit with the wrachet that's how shit happens Next time you're yappin make sure it be about big money talk Let that lil money walk call me what you want but don't call me for fronts Southside I got wut u want come holla at me (Hook) x2 |
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| 4. |
| 4:13 |
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| 5. |
| 4:02 |
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[Chorus: Phonte]
I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars (They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me I'm just a paper chaser Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars (They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me I'm just a paper chaser [Tity Boi:] They wanna know where my name from, where I came from Where I Florian Champagne done Arm & Hammer grammar, campaign on it Propane slang, put the flame on it I was so hungry, I could eat a house Then shit it out, 'til I figured out a different route I'm try'na get clout, cash and a black card So now even my pool got a backyard Now it's time to fast-forward, speed up the process I'm so fresh, I could fuck her off my outfit Ridin' in the cockpit, ridin' with the top back Ridin' on some butt-nicks, ridin' they say, "What's that? " ... A fancy car Or a big tit, I hang with the stars [overlapping first line of chorus] I got money. [Chorus] [Dolla Boy:] Life as a trap star, switched to a rap star Livin' on the fast lane, like I'm in a NASCAR Switched up the game on 'em, keep it in the carry-on Out of state travelin', traffickin' Travelin' to Golden Isle, fuckin' with the Africans Two G's less what averagin', averagin' Don't blame me baby, I'm just my daddy's son Know when he shot off, didn't think that I'll be shot out Or show-off who show out and showboat when hoes out Who know bout them know-bouts, once in ain't no outs My buddy had the block lockdown, it was his Now he in the cellblock lock doin' ten It's bad for the biz, but still we gotta get cheese But chu don't care about that, you just care about me You don't wanna hold dough, you just wanna hold me But shawty when you hold me, you hold me for me It can't be cause... [Chorus] [Dolla Boy:] It's all about the riches, nuttin' else You want it, go get it, strive for the best I drink from the top shelf, flights in the first class Hundred on the freeway, hope a nigga don't crash Cause if I might, I'm gon miss my play comin' thew' tonight Twenty-fo' for them hoes, fangs hope they bite But, in spite, we love life [Tity Boi:] Started from the bottom on the way to the top From ashy, to classy, to flashy Money is my motivation that moves ME I feel GOOD, I'm just tryna do me! And if thangs right tonight, I might do three Cause last night, I did two, who? Sanaa Lathan, Gabrielle Union I'm just foolin' I paid my dues and I live like the movies [Chorus] [computer woman voice:] "Niggers act, like they can't see what another nigga been through And don't give 'em no credit for surviving his battles But I say, 'Fuck 'em look at me now bitches! '" |
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| 6. |
| 3:05 |
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| 7. |
| 4:23 |
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| 8. |
| 4:25 |
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| 9. |
| 3:29 |
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| 10. |
| 4:25 |
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| 11. |
| 3:44 |
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