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Na na nana na na

Dipset, as we proceed what have we here?

Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka

One thing to do get money muthafuckaI pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na

They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer

They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera

They wanna ball but they ain't got no staminaThey said damn man, you lookin' like Pac

I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones

Besides I put money on your skull and bones

And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phonesTouch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up

Just like a bunch of clothes

Hey, ma we stretch work like you touch your toes

And in the middle of July we got that summer snowI got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch

But the Porsche look gorgeous

Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps

We bring them whips outWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras

Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners

Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Drop top at the light screamin' life is goodIf there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt

Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets

I got dogs and they not on a leash

So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh?At this point I don't think they could take it

Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety

And even though that we been gettin' cake

And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate meNow tell me how I look

Would you rather live life like me or by the book?

Sheesh, we are what we are

Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ERFlat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line

I'm back for mine some more black flyin'

The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras

Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners

Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Drop top at the light screamin' life is goodAnd what you do nigga?

I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like Raspusha

I think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous

Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of usThey all know I put on for Harlem

Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level

I took 80, blew it on a Beezle

Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghettoThe definition of opulence

The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit

Who would think that this kid from the projects

Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargicThe wrist look like hypothermia set in

Pick a club night that the burner don't get in

We pop champagne until the club let out

I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent outWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras

Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners

Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na

Drop top at the light screamin' life is goodYou know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over

Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change

Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point?

Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense

Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones

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