| Ughh, gimme some
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| Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh
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| Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back
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| Not that, ughh
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| Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin’cable
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| Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table
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| Niggas I don’t know, rollin''dro
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| Optimo', blow you got to go nigga, out the door
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| Tryin’to throw some hints
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| It’s the first of the month, time to pay some rent
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| You could send them niggas home and hit the streets
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| Cuz you been layin’up chillin’in this bitch for weeks
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| Know that ice is nice and sticks is sleek
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| And the fridge is full, but the shit ain’t sweet
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| Nigga get cause to floss, keep shit that’s new
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| Sure, you could charge it but the bill is due
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| See ballers like you gotta pay to play
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| Y’all Big Pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
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| You could come by, shit, but you can’t stay
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| Let my girl Mya sing what I came to say, c’mon
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| 1 — Cuz ain’t nothing going on but the rent
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| You got to have a J.O.B.
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| If you wanna be with me Cuz ain’t nothing going on but the rent
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| You got to have a J.O.B.
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| If you wanna be with me I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick
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| With a Benz two-thousand SE 6, 's watch, whatever
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| As long as the Bezzy sit at least three
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| TVs in everywhere
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| I ain’t tryin’to go to court for child support
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| In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers
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| I don’t want dram’s wit’ya’ll baby moms
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| Nigga, all I want is Cartier Charms
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| Been tryin’to take it there, fuck the movies
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| I’m a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere
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| Shit, I ain’t your average I-got-to-have-shit
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| And I’m a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit
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| Not one two, I need a few karats
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| Nigga try suffer, buy a stiletto
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| And I gotta have them Perotta bags
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| And them shopping sprees and alotta cash, c’mon
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| If you wanna fuck, I could spend
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| If you wanna front, gotta go If you got dough, let 'em in If you go broke, it ain’t the end
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| Remember how you did it before?
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| Let’s do it again
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| You could start from the bottom
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| Take it to the top
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| Start it from the Hoopty, end it in the Drop
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| Wanna know the secret how you stay on me?
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| You gotta get on, stay on your J.O.B., c’mon
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| No romance without finance
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| (Repeat until fade) |