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 Lyrics: 
 [Verse:]
Nobody get money quite like I can
 Couple shows couple million like the bank in my hand
 Couple cars couple women boy you cant understand
 How kid could be such a grown man
 And Im a winner baby I cant lose
 And the winner is platinum P. Miller shoes
 In the summer is a CL5, Im so alive
 Eyes wide open when them dos start to rise
 Im on another level iced link chain
 Im sprung like T-Pain
 When they lookin at the puzzle mo press then Fort Knox
 Either you wit it boy cause we wont stop
 I got the whole streets backin me, whole club jumpin to it
 Richie Rich Imma move it right before its Guttar Music
 So hard to stand when Im comin trough yo hood
 I keep em around like Im up to no good
 
 [Hook: x2]
 Im the baddest alive you can see my clothes
 You can see my cars you can see my chain
 Im the baddest alive how I get that dough
 How I rock them shows how I do my thing
 
 [Verse: girls]
 Im the king of the thrown yo kid killin the game
 Well I take off my shirt your girl screamin my name
 They say (I love Richie Rich) I say I love em the same
 Keep the love like a pimp you see the ice on my chain
 They say Im doin my thang and I know Im doin my thang
 All the way to the bank boy gettin the change
 No stoppin me Im the hot combatable LeBron James of the game
 First P. Miller to ride the street
 Now who the baddest alive its no evident
 No other then I keep the hood president
 No one better then cold Im a veteran
 Leavin tha game with the flu and no medicine
 Been raised by the number one hustler
 I've been gettin it every since my days as a youngster
 So dont rep the clues just cause your confused
 Look whose winning the rap game you gon lose
 
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