| I woke up like
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| Yeah I’m a G mo’fucker
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| Bitches see me and they scream K.O.B mo’fucker
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| Long way from Smack DVDs mo’fucker
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| The boy be going hard like M.O.P. |
| mo’fucker
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| Miss me with that hating or get punished for it
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| I don’t really like these niggas I’m just stuntin' on 'em
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| Yellow Roley, white diamonds like Eliza
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| My bitch copped me some Guiseppe she a swiper
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| Fuck parole, drove a Bentley up to Rykers
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| Bought a ghost and said I did it for the lifers
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| My new bitch got a baby by a ballplayer
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| Screaming at the TV catch the ball player
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| I see I said, jealousy I said
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| Got these pussy ass niggas mad at me I said
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| But I’m a king do it major like T.I. |
| kids
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| Hold the crown for the 'stuy just like B.I. |
| did
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| I’m about that paper homey fuck fame
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| These niggas got to kill me for these gold chains
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| Went to sleep dreaming 'bout that cocaine
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| Woke up screaming money over everything
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| (Money, money, money
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| Money over everything x3)
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| Woke up screaming money over everything
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| Woke up like yes real nigga
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| Staring in the mirror you the best real nigga
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| Nowadays feeling like it’s less real niggas
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| Look around, I’m what’s left real nigga
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| Money over bullshit, pistol in my Nudie jean
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| Broke up with my cute chick
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| She calling me the groupie king
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| Can’t help it though, woke up in my Elvis mode
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| Diamonds in my auto, my Versace on my latest ho
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| Finger to the sky, no fucks given
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| Then I’m balls out like my pants missing
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| Nigga with an attitude, Ice Cube
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| Fuck the couple cheap hoes and high-priced shoes
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| Black flag gang-related, yeah they hate it
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| Showed up uninvited, left with a bitch that’s famous
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| Been yelling money, fuck fame nigga
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| Chain swinging like a runaway slave nigga |