(feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones)
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[Dame Dash + Parlae]
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How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)
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You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)
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You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
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Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
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I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
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[Chorus]
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I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash]
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Nigga I fuckin hustle, nigga I get money!
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I can get money doin anything!
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I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash]
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Nigga I really do my thing
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Kind of fuckin hustlers are y'all?
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[Buddie]
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yeah...
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I'm posted in that tip (Tip)
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And my homeboy home
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Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush)
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In my sean john jones
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I got the mild for the low (Low)
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From smokin plenty optimos
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Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
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I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa...
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Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks....
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(all that man, I need a fo, a duece)
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It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's
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[Pimpin']
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On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
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Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
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That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
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what you nigga's wanna order?
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06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
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Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways
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I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
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And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
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I break one down, and the rest goin for the high
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[Chorus]
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I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash]
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Now see I like the shit these niggaz is talkin
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Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
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That's why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!
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I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
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[Dame Dash]
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I got houses in different continents nigga!
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Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
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Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!?
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[Jizzal Man]
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I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
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Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral
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I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust
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My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touch
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My money come in stacks (Stacks)
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And I know just how to get it man
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A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man
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You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
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I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
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Connects so sweet (Sweet)
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And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans'
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They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
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Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the projects
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Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
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For you nigga's that like to pop (Pop)
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You know I got them pills too
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Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool
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This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
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I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize!
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[Chorus]
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I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
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[Dame Dash + Jim Jones]
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Nigga's get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
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Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)
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I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
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[Jim Jones]
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Ugh....Jones, Capo!
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Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
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Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
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Like fuck it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
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I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
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Spendin a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
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Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
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I'm so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me)
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Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
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The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
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And you can see the stars when the ride droppin
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[Parlae]
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Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
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Let ya boy Parlae get some of |