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Yeah, chill, okay, came in the game as a youngin' Sound cash money, pocket full of money Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' 'bout somethin' See ya' ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it And I'm on the streets with it, I'm on the streets with it See where I come from, you gotta be about it And if you want it, want it, we come and see about it Okay, uh, it's weezy baby like the last shit, a big car and a bad bitch Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked, these niggas ballin' by accident Uh, keep talking make em' fuck up ya bodies and ya homies tell your mom it was an accident Uh, I'ma G till a casket, drop my grasses Uh, fast money I'm the fastest I got that hustler's passion, you know? Dem boys back at the ass end And I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in, okay? Came in the game as a youngin' Sound cash money, pocket full of money Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' bout somethin' See ya' ass in public it's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it And I'm on the streets with it, I'm on the streets with it See where I come from, you gotta be about it And if you want it, want it, we come and see about it Okay, there's been a murder, bitch I make a killin' Insurance papers in a safe, money in the ceilin' Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols Come through a nigga house and aim at the pillows Huh yeah, wake up, wake up Fuckin' with them boys you could wake up taped up, Ya dig, now go on and drink that lake up Stick 'em in the trunk and let 'em feel that bass pump These niggas is nuts Man that M14 leave you physically fucked These niggas is ducks Where you can call me Scrooge 'cause I'm swimmin' in bucks, bitch Came in the game as a youngin' Sound cash money, pocket full of money Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' 'bout somethin' See ya' ass in public it's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it And I'm on the streets with it, I'm on the streets with it See where I come from, you gotta be about it And if you want it, want it, we come and see about it Okay, yeah, yeah, too hot, too cold I'm, I'm red hot blue cold Yeah, and I could melon out your fruit bowl All my guns black, I got true soul Yeah, and I call my coup a black pantha Graa, graa, graa, and that's the gat anthem And if a niggas play with family for that matter I'm a smoke so many, niggas I'm a catch cancer Chill, and if I step up out this Benz-o You know I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo They soft, them niggas fallin' when the wind blow When I'm rollin' up my window, fuck 'em Came in the game as a youngin' Sound cash money, pocket full of money Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' 'bout somethin' See ya' ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it And I'm on the streets with it, I'm on the streets with it See where I come from, you gotta be about it And if you want it, want it, we come and see about it, okay
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