Tom: Bb major•
Verse 1
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Look, I can see them niggas stuntin' to this right now,
not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch- ch- yea
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Look, lo- lo look
Look, lo- lo look
Look, look
Verse 2
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love for the other side,
fuck them tricks
Pop the glove on the other side,
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Birds love how a brother ride,
truckin' run sick
I'm heard of on the southern side,
I'm plucked and equipped
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I been one of them boys
since way back when
This is way before a nigga
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brought grey plaques in
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So if I spray mac- 10s, bet
you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't
a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do
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I keep it comin' with bottles
of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin' till you pull
a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have
a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin' like
they got a problem with me
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I got them boys slingin' rocks
in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me
Verse 3
and my wrist all froze
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So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes,
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Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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A nigga might grin' but it ain't shit funny
Got a pocket fulla that,
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do the damn thang money, heeyy
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Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Verse 4
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My phone is tapped and so is
my livin' room
We can't hide the money here,
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we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo
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Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
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On that Remy Martin, nigga matter fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I
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can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets like
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he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
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Carvin' 15, got six clips
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Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me Boston george,
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got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump
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a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in
my damn chain
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It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
Verse 5
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I got a pocket full of money
and my wrist all froze
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So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes,
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Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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A nigga might grin' but it
ain't shit funny
Got a pocket fulla that,
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do the damn thang money, heeyy
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Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Verse 6
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of participatin' with them boys
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22 datins like them boys
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I'm hatin' that they communicatin'
with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send
them to Satan for that shit
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They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my
hand that's phone booth thick
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'Cause I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp
then a hoe should switch
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And get ridda that shit spitta,
get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter,
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that don't bitch chitter
I tell her you don went left now you need to
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go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her
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Forty four six with her
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And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon
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die in this motherfucker
Verse 7
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I got a pocket full of money
and my wrist all froze
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So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes,
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Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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A nigga might grin' but it
ain't shit funny
Got a pocket fulla that,
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do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang,
Outro 1
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