Yeah Money gettin' niggas 'gon love this Broke niggas 'gon hate it Hate me, love me, still i'm a boss Brand new coupe didn't take the tag off Entre-po nigga Give some mo' nigga Military mind back down from no nigga Where did you go nigga? I could make it rain With some hundred dollar bills or a hundred of them things Candy apple green, no tints, no chrome Catch me in the streets 'till six in the morn I keep one in the hone and a gun on my hip Just called my phone, you want somethin' to sniff? 19.5 you want one of them bricks Like a Subway combo come with them chips And I show no love when it come to a bitch She just want me cause my coke six hundred and six Yeah, this what you call a dope man bitch But I don't tell her nothin' cause these hos ain't shit If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man bitch Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the shit If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man bitch Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the shit See I lick coke, breathe in hydro Look like green money nigga I know I ride slow With the .40 cal I know Smokin' on that purple haze shit 'till my eyes low My bitch got nine Os for the five four She'll let the nine go Oh yeah thats high ho My ho Yeah a dope man bitch If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense The '65 look good enough to drink Grey Goose seats with the cranberry paint Ya'll wish I could sell coke forever but I can't Just one more load and i'm fuckin' with real estate I've been up for a week, from the first to the eighth Peicin' out grams and I still got the weight If I get too tired pop a pill i'm straight I'll show you how to fit a couple mill in the safe G Unit South If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man bitch Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the shit If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man bitch Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the shit Put your money in the air Put your money in the air Ballin' baby Ballin' baby We gettin' money over here They gettin' money over there What up All Star? My nigga Hi-C Sosa G Unit South bitch Ca$hville Records we got this Cut the motherfuckin' check
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