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