Key: E minor
Verse 1
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I let my watch talk for me,
my whip talk for me
"Hi shorty we can be friends" (woo)
My whip sayin',
"Quit playin' bitch get in"
My earring sayin',
"We can hit the mall together"
Shorty its only right that
we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas
y'all know my style
My pinky ring talk it say,
"50, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
See I'm alive, man,
I really don't care (I don't care)
I tell them hoes whatever
they want to hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib
ya momma raised ya in
Verse 2
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Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
Verse 3
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I was a poor, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch,
nigga
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New York niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Verse 4
in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer,
I ain't no fuckin' Bama
I'm from the wild,
woadie, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggas
go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back,
roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps,
my pockets got the mumps
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You see me sit tin' on dubs, that's
why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up,
50 Cent'll split ya up
See 50 play for keeps,
and 50 stay wit' heat
I can't go commercial,
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they love me in the street
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I'm real gutter, man, the hood love me,
man
Don't make me show up in
ya crib like bro- man
Locked up in the pen, I still did my thing
Verse 5
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I was a poor, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
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You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
Verse 6
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six,
nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch,
nigga
Verse 7
the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday,
Thursday I'm in the hooptie
Porsche on Friday,
I do things my way
Vipe' or 'Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about
my dick game
But she don't know me,
she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back,
damn, shit changed
These young boys,
Verse 8
they done got they own work, man
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I was a poor, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
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You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
Verse 9
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
Outro 1
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
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