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Uh, yeah Blowin' money fast, but we ride slow (Skrrt) This lifestyle we live to die for, so bullets is hollows Ain't no tellin' how it might go (Yeah) Shooters hoppin' out with the mask, watch his whole life flash, it's a slideshow (Brrt) Every day is a dice roll, might get his head cracked Niggas ain't playin' fair, tryna make his bread back They go crazy when they see low green (Uh) When you get the hot hand, they kill they self-esteem Street dreams are made of these My uncle whip just got seized for a hundrеd keys Couldn't believе it when I heard the news Though I always knew that the hustler spirit is in my blood Just a different path I had to choose I'm havin' it my way, ain't playin' by the rules Real player in the game, can give you a pointer or two (That's right) Say, when the odds is against you, what you gon' do? Gotta keep a winner's attitude or else you're gonna lose Girl, I wanna know Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar (Yeah) Baby, when I call ya, you know that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe) Girl, I started from the bottom (That's right) But I fell harder, baby, when I see your face (Haha) Money fix your problems (That's right, fact) Letras de cancionesI know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (Right) What you want, I'ma cop it I oughta tell ya, baby, it's yours, yours We just tryna thrive 'cause all we know is survival Livin' in the concrete jungle, had to be tribal (Yeah) Basic instincts, my second nature is primal Any sign of a rival, dead on arrival (Yeah) Every day, my niggas gon' pray, hand on the Bible (Right) On these streets, seen false prophets and false idols (Uh) Lotta niggas claimin' they king and lost titles by their queens Got they ass set up 'cause they was liable I'm breathin' new life in the game, it's a revival Left me no choice, to take your spot, it was rightful Life is a bitch and she back on her cycle Can't stop 'til the chips I stack tall as the Eiffel My attitude spiteful, my vision is insightful Only downfall, at times, I'm too prideful I'm the king of poppin' shit, but I ain't Michael The bag so long, look like I'm packin' a rifle Girl, I wanna know Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar (Yeah) Baby, when I call ya, you know that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe) Girl, I started from the bottom (That's right) But I fell harder, baby, when I see your face (Haha) Money fix your problems (That's right, fact) I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (Right, Ferg) What you want, I'ma cop it (Yeah, uh) I oughta tell ya, baby, it's yours, yours Came a long ways, always wanted that You was fuckin' with them drug dealers out there sellin' packs Had to let my money stack (Hey) Start to rap, got up in my bag, had to double back Now I'm a star, hit you in that sweet with that honey pack (Uh) Unwrap, them buns clap while them guns clap Shootouts in your hood while I'm in it, I'm still gon' come back I'm with all the smoke, I'ma hit it until my lungs black (Woo) Then you poke it out, I'ma stick it in like a thumb tack (Woo) Jerking like you don't want that (Damn) I want you to lick it until your tongue chap (Ugh) Them diamonds be hittin' under Burberry mittens (Woo) Baguettie cut to precision, see, you ain't peep the vision (Right, yeah, uh) I been on a mission, copped you a new Patti LaBelle, that's a new addition (Uh) Maybach, color Bobby Brown, this the new edition (Ooh) (Girl, I wanna know) Damn Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar (Yeah) Baby, when I call ya, you know that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe) Girl, I started from the bottom (That's right) But I fell harder, baby, when I see your face (Haha) Money fix your problems (That's right, fact) I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (Right) What you want, I'ma cop it (Yeah, uh) I oughta tell ya, baby, it's yours, yours From Letras Mania