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Intro 1
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Verse 1
you know about makin' real paper
Or coppin' ten keys
What you know about hustlin'
buildin' my clientele
Real hustlers, I ball it,
Niggas hate it cause I made it,
we the niggas down here
Who you know, clockin' 3 .3 each year
So meet me in the VIP, way in the back
Losin' money like a motherfucker,
still shootin' craps
I got liquor, clothes,
and shows I'm rockin'
Plus my watch comin' next,
tryin' to get a grill like me
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Stop it!
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Ayy,
my artists bout to drop
And you don't look too familiar
cause it's lonely at the top
We ridin' glass wheels,
drinkin' lean, smashin' pills
to Nashville or Catsville
the home of T -Mac
Where niggas hustle on
The cops crooked
That's why when y 'all come around,
We gorillas runnin' wild,
but that money keep me tamed
And I only use bananas
frost and two phantoms
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and one Bentley is what they call
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cause I'm enjoying myself
You know usually when
I wasn't mad man
I'm screaming Texas, Texas
And you still got some niggas
But it's all good bitch
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