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Gucci Mane
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Break a line to a bunch of dimes then you grind up Money got me sure my ass can't even hold my pants up Twenty niggas standing on the flat all getting off Found a jacket, get em bro, late with his head soft Try me in the six, I'ma raise this forty five up Shave a brick, put it back together, that's a lineup We mix the chick, use a little cut, that's a temp fade And if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchblade I'm a multimillionaire, I got a couple hundred on me And no more mac, I told the scrap, I make you stick yourself like Tony I give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off me And I'm so bossy in my altar, smoking kush and sipping coffee Walk, walk, walk They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money) All that sideline talk don't make no money Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny) Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke) They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it) All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked) Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny I hit your bitch then leave her with no money Money is a motto, if you speak it then I'm with ya Any sideline nigga, they get cropped out the picture If you ask me, yeah I'm ready, got your hoe on a mission Catch me running through your city like a damn politician Boy I'm all about a chick She don't ask no questions, boy she all about the nig Say she want to crash so I let my partners rip Looking at this nigga that stay flyer than a jet They don't hear me yet I'ma get that check, that money Y'all niggas out here funny You know y'all nigga on the go Gotta have that green light gumby I'ma fool with it though, too clumsy On the clock monday through sunday Everyday gotta get that money And I learned that from the big homie They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money) All that sideline talk don't make no money Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny) Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke) They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it) All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked) Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny I hit your bitch then leave her with no money I'm like eleven of them back, give me that fucking walkie talkie Then get lost cause when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed me And these hoes count the vapors like biz marquee It's since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize me Critics criticize me, haters sabotage me I get angry then I cut through whoever camouflaged veep Better workers, that's my killers, ain't gonna jeopardize me I know these fuck niggas with they could paralyze me Walk, walk, walk They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money) All that sideline talk don't make no money Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny) Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke) They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it) All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked) Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny I hit your bitch then leave her with no money
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