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All brown all brown

Fi fi fill

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Angel on the beat

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I tell 'em I tell 'em

I got that paper bag full of paper

Bag full of kush

Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots

What's happenin' wodie

How you want it buddy

Dem b***hes checkin' for me

Tell 'em I'm wit' Swizz Swizzy

They call me Wizzy fizzy

Holla back right now I'm busy

I am the president

You jus' play your position

And I hope that door don't hit ya

Get up outta my office crawfish

Don't let them sharkys get ya

This beat's a car collision

Check out my car collection

Yea look at my rims h*e

Mercedes wit' them kidneys

Naw that's a Benzo

I don't pop them pills no

But I pop them rubber bands

Man I can get like fifty thousand in that brown bag

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Yea n***a

Cook a whole make it out a whole and a half b***h

Yea Birdman in a Benz wit' the duffel stuffed

Gotta chopper wit' a drum and one iced up

Them people hot around my way but we don't give a f**k

We on the grind for the shine tryna come up

A black mack black six and a black Hummer

Them thirteen hundreds fourteen hundreds

We be gettin' money

Drop it off get to work n***a keep it runnin'

Garbage bag full of cash n***a keep it comin'

In my hood Red Phantom n***a we be stuntin'

Got the block blocked off n***a we be hustlin'

Brown duffel bag filled up wit' cash

Sixteen years old wit' a brand new Jag b***h

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N n n now money cars clothes h*es

All a n***a know so

I'm from the ghetto so

Gimmie my pesos

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N***a fill it up wit' ones

Hey fill it up wit' ones

I think that she's a strip

Dancer dancer dancer dancer

Hey hey stuff it in the thang dog

D**n right I be poppin' my collar

In a all black Impala

Makin' fiends wanna holla

Got the suede on my headrest

Gold on my d**n rims

Hey triple gold paint

Sucka I ain't ridin' thin

You want me come and get me

I'm in three sixty

Ferrari man

Cash Money's wit' me

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Like father like son