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[Verse 1: Curren$y] 850, three and a quarter leather Looks can kill, AK-47, stainless steel Rep that of a veteran Keep it real, audio dope cheffin’ Cane no half steppin’ No footprints on the shipment guaranteed freshness You gon’ need this like money and weapons Ain’t finish your first dose and you fien'in’ your next one We did created monsters by dropping all this bomb shit Bullshit behind us, we do not see all the nonsense I’m in the Bentley on Naj, I’m feeling quite accomplished dawg Don shit, what you know nigga Go somewhere and find your ho she on her toes for daddies’ dope Peep the stroll Bank role, rubber band knots did a grip a show, the rubber band pop Can’t fold, when I am buried off this liquid, we let the bank hold it Gold totally legit, paper washing rents, clean dollars make more sense Spendin’ like this dirty world we livin’ in Burnin’ that fire with the ghetto children Tellin’ me they gon’ live that life until it kill em’ All I can say is lord forgive them as we smoke behind them project buildings [Hook: Joey Fatts] Different day but on that same shit Blowin’ kush while I lane switch Paper chasin’ with a bad bitch Different day but on that same shit Getting’ money fuckin’ hoes, if you bout your dough then you know just how it go It’s a different day, but a nigga on that same shit, same shit Yeah a nigga on that same shit [x2] [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] It’s a different day But a nigga still on that same shit today Blowin’ kush any hot nigga can get today Gold chain feelin’ like a money mixture day Ridin’ round strapped tell Rico get that shit today On that paper chasin’, ain’t got time to care what these niggas say I just let em hate cause all their bitches wanna fuck We like a basketball player, they tryna pick and roll with us Cause all my niggas gettin’ paid, we all gon’ fuck, there ain’t no rush But I keep that on the hush though They love the sound of jet life and cut throat Young niggas ball no fumble Bitch I ball no huddle never lettin’ up Smokin' all the trees but still a young nigga paper up But never can I get enough of all them nights I didn’t have it Slept on that floor but now my money flip like dirty mattress Wouldn’t before but now she fuck a nigga off my status One thing for sure this bitch not gettin’ outta packin' cabbage from the kid Better swoop that 36 Bustin’ down supply all my niggas cause it’s enough money to go around We about to run the town just a bunch of young niggas gettin’ paid And tomorrow is gonna be the same shit, just a different day [Hook: Joey Fatts]
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