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[Mr. 3-2] We having it, flossing on Madison feeling great Everyday in the mall, we ball and parlay Sipping drank blowing hay, doja in my ashtray Keeping my composure, but I would never ever stay I cried lied, just to get money Walking round like a zombie, messing up like a dummy The man took it all from me, cause I wasn't showing love Now I ride down on dubs, and get Chinese back rubs In the club I mix and mingle, with niggaz ladies and hoes Bidness before pleasure, real playas get chose Neck chest and wrist froze, but what do it all mean The cash the cream, staying focused with ghetto dreams Making green ice and platinum, fill the invisible set Diamonds I'm shining steady grinding, is you feeling me yet Trillion cut, ear rings that bling All up in ya face, cause she's a mazarelli rule everything [Hook x2] I done been to hell and back, but now my life on track The root of all evil, I gotta have that Sitting on stacks, counting mazarelli cheese The money the feddy the paper, having it like a disease [Mr. 3-2] Now money plus attitude, equals boss hogging Letras de cancionesReal gon be real, and the fake keep falling No stalling big balling, U-Hauling work In a disguise Cadillac, Fleetwood with the skirts Pig on my head, and a cowboy hat Waiting at the police, touching down on where the cash at Gotta have that playboy, every nickel and dime I'm still struggling and hustling out here like you, trying to get mine On my own time, looking to see a better tomorr-a Boss of all bosses, I don't take I give orders Assets with your broads, and my vocab pay the rent Never forget the times, when my pockets was stuffed with lint Heaven sent Mr. 3-2, I've been through it Put it down it go down, but stay true to it Life the game, it's a whole lot of pressure Be smart, cause the dramas of the world will test ya [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2] I got the game checkmate, building clientele state to state Moving legal weight, like cd's and tapes Better repeats our pocket, it profit all day Promoting and politicing, shows up the highway Don't play with my, big face dollar signs Scratching and biting to get it, and grind It all come in time busting a mind, how it use to be Now-a-days I got a lil' some'ing, better to see And look forward to, cause ain't nothing promised But death and the Penitentiary, that could find us Graduated with honors, or didn't graduate at all I know how to go get it, so I know how to ball Never fall or U-Haul, more work than 18 wheelers And gotta be strapped, cause the jealous wanna kill us Fill us with lies, rumors and allegations Cause boys and broads in the streets, these days be hating [Hook x2] From Letras Mania