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We got that green stuff, Big TiteLil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss HoggFin to put it all in why'all faceI got too much money, too much cashI bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stashLike Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?Twenty two that, pounds of dro I done blew thatYou should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon' shineMy ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex TimesI'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouthI bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the BossOpen your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boysI'm joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toysTalking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drankBut I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bankI'm top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talkWalk the walk, we can bet ball for ballWe some paid young G's, with too much cashToo much flow and do', talking too much trash ha[Chorus: Repeat 2X]Too much money, too much cashAll why'all haters, can kiss our assWe got too much money, too much cashAll why'all haters, can kiss our assLetras de cancionesToo much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lotS-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hotI'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothesSmoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never foldI bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty SouthGot more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall FaulkI talk the talk and walk the walk, 'cause nigga I'm a GLil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me'Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowmanAnd I push a Jag, you just gotta see it manI'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tapeYou see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fakeGive me a break, you think I'm lying or somethingI'm at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me somethingI'm a young pimp, with a whole lot of cashAnd why'all haters, why'all can kiss our ass[Chorus: Repeat 2X]I got too much M-O-N-E-whyAnything I S-E-E, I be -you-whyPull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wallWe throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fallWatch me ball, as the Dub spin like a topI got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wopGirls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the lineI cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spineI'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a rowYou can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and froYou see the Spre's on the car, I bet you my people like the rockWhen girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say... pulling cameras outDamn I'm hot, when I hit the club I'm bound to line to the barAnd for the first hundred people, I'm insuring they carAttracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your carWe got too much green, and that's real by far[Chorus: Repeat 2X] From Letras Mania