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Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds I need money money want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds Nigga I need money money Nigga hundeds hundeds hundeds Nigga want money money
1] The biggest fast time is the size crime Its been the man since the game became mine I spot four one of at the same time Looking like Snoop Dogg back in Do I a fuck, no I never have I just my weed and take a bubble bath I at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz Cause half of you niggaz cant even fuck me I'm on it cause I'm so city And town that I roll through I leave my G prints LBC, now that's what I represent, can ya it (Eastside) I'm hotter than a batch of grease in a skillet I say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers See I'm from you either rate us, hate us or steal us And right about now all the cap gotta feel us
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2] Money, is everything It's the crack to the It's the to the queen It reigns the crop to the cream (say what) It's a po man, no man, its dream Money, mo money, get But make sure you know your folks don't get funny Everybody claiming they down on they luck While I'm fresh like a million bucks I throw on my black socks with my all chucks Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World fucking U.S.A Its all a dream, and dreams can come If it happen for me, shit it can for you Meech from the beach, he keep cracking And he touch guaranteed to go platinum
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3] Ya got to have cash to make it these And you can make at least one of a different ways You can holler at the homie and get a dope track And you a rap, and try to get you to snap Or you could on the streets and holler and wine You can up insane, twenty crip or one nine I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see See to get it, is to it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the game You might catch me in man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west Still smoking, with a of that shit Waiting for me at the with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money
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[Ad libs chorus] For all the niggaz out there getting their Money is the root of all huh You what I mean, we already living in So fuck, get your man I at shit like this: The mother that don't got money, they doing bad and they don't give a fuck and they rob they they kill And the fuckers that got money, they depressed you know they can't it So I mean, whats pleasure you wanna live with it our it, shit I'm bout it I got to have it, you me
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