Lyrics:
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If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
they screamin', "Who's that god?"
We be on the top, careers gettin' too high
They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy
That pink kid in
callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what
Cass'
I was dreamin' to get a Dreamcast
I ain't even have a bed, nigga
I was sleepin' on a bean bag
While the roaches and the mice was
In my room playin'
callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what
don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
But I got to get my paper baby
Perfect attendance on the block I'm booming
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I
A prescription from the Pharmacy
Won’t get you this drug
I’m getting money in the slums And I’m standing alone
Leave me alone I’m in my money Making zone
My paper
Can’t get in my way you can do what you want to
If I get it started then ima stay on it
Before I roll up you can smell the aroma
I faced the gas by myself
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
and the East
And I'm repping for Pimp C
Till he get back on the streets it never cease
You see my slab (You see my slab)
You see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture
impeccable pimpin'
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to, man
y'all niggas keep up
By the time you get to, Puerto Rico, my nigga, I'll be in
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
that mean I spend hella bands
Have you ever got your suit
Tailor'd by the man
Have you ever got your suit
Flown in by the man
You don't get that kind
trappin' all day, gettin' paper
Headed to the club in my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
I gotta do a show so you know I'm 'bout
In a way I feel stuck
So much fake love and
The hatred
What a shame man it sucks
I don't pay that shit much
My attention stays up
Imma Heru
Nothin
follow by –
I'm young, fly dumb high
And a nigga 'bout mine
You know what's on my mind
And why I'm always on the grind
Cuz I'm 'bout mine cuz I'm 'bout
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
fancy shoes but Ion dance
And everyday I'm touching paper bitch I gotta get them bands
Yup, yup, I'm punching in once again my mic fucked up
He was only
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
inside my hand
I ain't talkin' 'bout a measly 100 grand
Talkin' 'bout big money, get that paper, man
Picture me rollin' in ma '64, flyin' in my G5
when I'm in that thang
Come see what I mean, see what I mean
See what I mean, see what I mean
Say lil' mama put me on, baby put me on
Then I have you
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Oh)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be
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