| Boy, I think that you should know
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| You could have all the doe
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| But you can’t buy me, money can’t buy me
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| You can have all the whips
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| You can have all the cribs
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| You can have all the chips
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| You can have all the hits
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| You have any girl you need
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| You can be living like a king
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| That don’t mean anything you see
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| Cuz baby you ain’t got me
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| Baby, I know you’re not tryin' to tempt me
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| Gas me up on empty
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| When you know I peeped game right from the door
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| You’re mistaking
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| To think that I’ll go crazy
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| You may think that I’m hating
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| But I’m not the least bit infatuated
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| I’m not impressed
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| With all these things you own
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| Could care less, save that
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| For some chick who don’t know
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| I want a man who’s got
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| It goin' on up top
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| And I know doe is cool
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| But it don’t buy my love
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| Now you’re skatin'
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| On Cloud Nine cuz they been
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| Playing your song on a station
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| And all them fakers are your new-found friends
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| Livin' lavish when you know you’re average
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| You’re too much with karats
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| Check you got a Benz
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| I was diggin' you more when you had nothing
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| I see this end of the street done fucked your head up
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| You done made a little doe and stepped your game up
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| But you can’t handle it like a real nigga could
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| I’d rather you stay broke and never left out the hood
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| You don’t impress me yo, cuz I knew you from before
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| When you was doin' spot dates before doin' major tours
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| Before you hit it big, when you didn’t have no whip
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| You was a nice guy, way back then
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| And I, can’t deny, now you ain’t worth shit
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| Tell me how you gon' live off of one good hit?
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| Go on, run your game on some new jack chicks
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| Cuz me and Changing Faces, we own our own chips nigga
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| Repeat 1 to fade |