Hey hey hey hey, hey! Hey!
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Hey hey hey hey, hey!
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[Verse 1:]
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Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall
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Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it
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Now niggas see it chea! Bow to the cement
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Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am
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Killa like Cam, got gorillas on the land
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Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand
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Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free
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Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga be
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Low sweaters with the V's, thick alls with the moccs
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Down in D.C. cause them doors don't lock
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Love get shown, that's right a nigga home
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Fresh on the land, SL in the plans
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Please understand it's a few years lost
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Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs
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Whose here's boss? Can we talk it on another note
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Of course about the motherload cause I ain't trying to cut a throat
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[Chorus:]
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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[Verse 2:]
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Konvict Muzik, Bad Boy baller
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Cash Money millionaire, Roc-a-fella spoiler
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Black Wall Streets where the Bravehearts be
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G's in my Unit keep my Terror Squad deep
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Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money shit
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Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit
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Fuck the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace
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Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef
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Mos Def, rocking Talib niggas in their cribs
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Swizz Beat niggas down, get the land on their ribs
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For Real/Pharrell, niggas front until the Doctor got to Dre them
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The truth from The Roots, let my shooters Andre them
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3000 shots from the Big Boi glock
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It's Ludacris shit, but my CBs don't miss
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OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga
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Up to no good, a Pisces swigger
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I Cap a nigga Corn with the Gemini sag
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A Scorp with some horns, got A-quarius swag
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Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then
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Place them in a tux and face them straight up
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Drove to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly
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Fresh head to toe, I'm a let a nigga know
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[Chorus:]
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
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So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
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Money Makes The World Go Round
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