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Intro 1
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Verse 1
you know about makin' real paper
Or coppin' ten keys
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to break em' down on the table?
What you know about hustlin'
buildin' my clientele
Real hustlers, I ball it,
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we don't need a scale
Niggas hate it cause I made it,
we the niggas down here
Who you know, clockin' 3 .3 each year
So meet me in the VIP, way in the back
Losin' money like a motherfucker,
still shootin' craps
I got liquor, clothes,
and shows I'm rockin'
Plus my watch comin' next,
tryin' to get a grill like me
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tryin' to live like me
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Stop it!
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Ayy,
my artists bout to drop
And you don't look too familiar
cause it's lonely at the top
We ridin' glass wheels,
drinkin' lean, smashin' pills
to Nashville or Catsville
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Like Buck Collard, I'm rich, fuck college
the home of T -Mac
Where niggas hustle on
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to make another buck
The cops crooked
That's why when y 'all come around,
We gorillas runnin' wild,
but that money keep me tamed
And I only use bananas
frost and two phantoms
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and one Bentley is what they call
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cause I'm enjoying myself
You know usually when
I wasn't mad man
I'm screaming Texas, Texas
And you still got some niggas
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still wanna hate on a nigga man
But it's all good bitch
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEb E Ab
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