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 Lyrics: 
 (feat. C-Los)
 [Hook: x4]
 Get Money, Get Cash
 Let Them Haters Hate
 
 [Verse 1: Romeo]
 I live for good cream
 The fens they want me
 I'm not cooked coke
 But I feed the dope-fens
 Hip Hops in My blood
 Like Veins that Ivy's
 The son of a hustler
 Y'all follow my lead
 My shows sold out
 Cause the kids they love me
 The Kobe of the game
 And y'all just in little leagues, yea
 Why play hard when y'all cats is practice
 Half kid, half amazing
 Why y'all dudes is whackers
 Same game, new team
 But never play for the Raptors
 Keep a camera man cause y'all dudes is actors
 I'm Kanyeing em
 Rick Ross Raying Em
 Play like Jason Young
 Got the whole hood haten em
 Crib look like a football stadium
 Light brothers out
 Well I think they back into em
 Got your girl trying to read me like a psychic
 Tell her to hit me on my Teen Mobile Sidekick
 
 [Hook x4]
 
 [Verse 2:]
 You follow me cause I'm a leader
 I'ma show you how to treat her
 Put it up on 22's
 Paint it up like its easter
 So young but I'm fly
 Now you looking at them sneakers
 P. Miller yea I treat em like Adidas
 Five-hundred mill and we steady getting rich
 Can't be De Ja Vu cause my name ain't Jiggilo
 Most cats can't read so I'm about to paint a picture
 I've been starving to long now I'm about to come get yea
 You wanna stunt don't do that no
 I don't do shopping sprees cause I live in the mall
 Dudes hate on my game but I'm killing em all
 Hey I got that crack money
 Cause its climbing the wall
 You better grab your chick got me on the cell phone
 Hormones rising yea you better take your girl home
 From the south but get hiffy like the BANG
 Real dudes lean back and do what the hook say
 
 [Hook x4]
 
 [Verse 3: C-Los]
 I'm C-los I'm about to step up
 In this game and spit a message
 If all these fake thugs
 Little test they'd get an F
 I'm all on the screen
 Will still get respect
 Ain't chewing on no bubble gum
 But grill still is the freshest
 I'm an animal don't meet me
 I'll have to handle you
 And open up a can of you
 I ain't talk about no Cambell Soup
 Still won't beef
 I'll meet two people
 Who look and handle you
 My chain stay flashing
 Same as a little camera do
 No you don't stand a chance
 My diamonds make a you half glance
 Don't talk to loud around me
 All this ice will cause an avalanche
 Me, I'm a handful
 Plus another gutta gutta
 Ride with the plucka plucka
 Theres ain't anotha brotha
 Like a crash
 Like Micheal Jackson
 House a giant mansion
 Just imagine people staring
 Say watch my star mansion
 King T lows, chain hang low
 And my mouth resemble skittles
 Dog I really taste the rainbow
 
 
		
		
	
 
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