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Money and the powder, money and the powder
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(Misses Gangsta Boo got the) money and the powder (yup)
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Money and the powder, money and the powder
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(Niggas pagin' me for my) money and the powder
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Money and the powder, money and the powder
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(I got all you bitches jade, cuz of) money and the powder
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Money and the powder, money and the powder
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(Up 24/7, cuz my) money and the powder
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[Gangsta Boo]
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I got the money AND the powder
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Yeah, got the fuckin' dollas, 40
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Increasin' hours
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Trade your whole damn life for it
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Only tryin' to be the richest bitch
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That roam the city streets
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Keep a bird flyin' to the south
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For a winter's peak
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South folk put me up on game
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Cuz the game ain't changed
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Still the same way
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Likin' me and your momma gaze
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Rappin' get ya paid
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That's cool, I'm havin' fun, see
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Live on stage, Gangsta Boo is what they call me
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Good sense of humor
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Kinda funny once you get to know
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Money over bitches, once on top
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You don't hear me though
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Stay smokin' green
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Cuz I got it like that
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I stay up on some pure shit
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On and poppin' like that
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So if you try to break me
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Never will you succeed
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Cuz a bitch like me, always got a plan B
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With Hypnotize Minds
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Blindin' bitches when we come through
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To all enquiring minds
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Yours truly, Gangsta Boo
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[Gangsta Boo]
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It's kinda hard bein' the lady that I am, you see
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Without a shiesty ass nigga tryin' to get with me
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But we gon' ride and get high
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Glidin' deep in the night
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In your pearl Mercedes fixed with the blue headlights
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Okay, it's on, pop the Dom
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What about the 100, percent pure that you promised me
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Before you go under
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Call me Lady, me, no
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I'm takin' over your hood
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Because it's on, good
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Yellin' that I'm wishin' you would
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Try to gank me for my shit
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Never buyin' ya baby
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I be the one that rock your cradle
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Come and play with me baby
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Yee know, it's 'bout the money
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It ain't 'bout nothin' else
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Don't try to play me bitch
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Be fuckin' tryin' to play with yourself
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If it's cool, then it's cool
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If it's not, then it's not
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If ya ass actin' shady, if it's bricked or rocked
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Don't be crossin' like a God when you're dealin' with me
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It's not so easy bein' hard
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What'cha tryin' to be?
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[Gangsta Boo]
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What a trip, I got you bitches wantin' to roll with me
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But back in 1993, you wouldn't fuck with me
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But now I got an album out
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Look at TV, I'm on it
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Now you're lookin' for some fame
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Plus all my niggas, you want em
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Never that, I can't be usin groupies
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To call em friends
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Because my money and my powder would be gone in the end
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I can't depend on you bitches when I'm in some trouble
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Blow your bump and fuck me up
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Once I'mma fuck you up double
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Get your squad, what they gon' do (not shit)
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I thought you knew
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With my black hooded crew
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We gon' come and get you
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Cuz we got money to make
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Whatever nigga it take
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We got some ki's in this shit
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We gotta bring home some play
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It ain't no limit in this because we real to the fact
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If your ass Black, you know you gotta hustle for scraps
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So I'mma holla
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Thanks for listenin' all my ghetto girls and boys
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First comes money, then the powder
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Then relax, and you'll enjoy
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(Chorus)
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Money and the Powder
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Gangsta Boo |