Key: Bb major•
Verse 1
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My life is all about riches
and bitches
Snitches get stitches
Want me to put you on? Keep wishin'
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First of all, the foundation
Money is the root of all evil
The cream'll have you
shittin' on your people
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Livin' like lotto, everything is everything
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Ain't nothin' changed but the clothes
I'm makin' figures that
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My crew got the army of
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Texases in them Acuras
Kid, you get your cap peeled backward
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Gettin' bent off Mo et,
spend a G on beers
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Livin' life to the fullest,
my story ends with a bullet
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'Til the coke oil drop to
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If you lookin', you can find me risin' to the top,
I'm a classic
Approach my level and get
your ass kicked
Floatin' in the river with
your body wrapped in plastic
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I'm tryna make a half a million,
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While the rest still livin',
steady tellin' me lies
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It's like a bad dream and
I can't wake up
But at the same time,
I love it and I can't give it up
Verse 2
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I gotta get mines,
add up my weapons
Cock back the nine,
let my heat serve purpose
Sling, do my thing,
organized fiend service
Tryna make a mil', it's stress,
you know the deal
So we sling krills, get your cap peeled,
'cause everything is real
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But I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
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Sippin' bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort, get caught
Dead up in New York,
my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
You get your life lost,
never found again, my friend
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hittin' snitches off with mad stitches
be your ditch, kid
No one can stop me,
try, your style's sloppy
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You wanna be me,
you're just an imitation, copy
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The theme is all about
makin' the green
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' fat whips,
Verse 3
and livin' comfortably
Snitches get stitches
Lifestyles of the infamous
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It's all about the riches
and bitches
Verse 4
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Yo, what up, kid? Chillin'?
Yeah
No doubt,
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I'm just gon' finish this joint
Oh
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Dm
How much you got left, son?
I'ma finish in a lil' while
True, true, true, damn
What up?
What's up with them shorties, yo?
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Ayy, I hope them shorties ain't frontin',
man
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come on, hurry up, man
Aight, aight, so, yo, um
Check it, I'll be over there in
a little, son
Little, you know what I'm sayin',
Yeah
Verse 5
for one man to handle
It's a whole new world and my
team is on
That's why your crew
and mines can't get along
If I die, just bury me with
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And I'll be alright,
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but I ain't droppin' no time soon
'Cause before you clap me,
I'ma clap you
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If I offend you, so the fuck what?
If you ain't bustin' your gat,
then shut the fuck up
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'Cause one less nigga's just
more money circulating
More clientele to keep
my pager percolating
Some bust me, don't discuss me,
trust me
Then we boated in the three quarter
Across the water,
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Queensbridge just right around the corner
Where you can find me at the store
spending my rent
Outro 1
all over
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