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me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione

[Scarface]
My nigga J-D you know he down wit us
Rock-a-Fella Records is down wit us
Cash Money Millionaires Is
[Chorus]

[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka...

[Interlude: Shawn Wigs]
Come on, this commercial break's almost over
OutKast, M.J.G., you're
back, mothafucka...

[Interlude: Shawn Wigs]
Come on, this commercial break's almost over
OutKast, M.J.G., you're at Talib's table
Fab, U.G.K., table
the po-po
It keeps the humble of they cool low
Selling ten dollar J's right up under the man's nose
Hahh, nigga anything goes

Chorus

Interlude:

One for
took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione

[Scarface]
My nigga J-D you know he down wit us
Rock-a-Fella Records is down wit us
Cash Money Millionaires Is
Cole, Gina, Tommy
P**** is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherf***ing money
Young mula b****, tell them hoes, take
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets

I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..

[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
everywhere!
PLAYAS, PLAYAS, PLAYAS!
Representin, green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?

[Interlude]
Pimp pimp onnnn, pimp-pimp onnnn
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..

[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how
my MO add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, torn down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! Ya
I'm so
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
because
Sat it with salad bars and cole slaws, on ya lips
I'm a pilot, I steal ships that flips
Wit the Mo, F ya barcode
And my trunk load to unfold,
suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
J-L-R family crest
Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best

Get paid
nuttin left its mo to it then that mutha fuckin bling see I got enough heart to march with martin luther king I got them killas right by me and we can have
faisant du ski-nautique
J’te prends matin midi et soir biatch comme un antibiotique
MO Click
Le crime est banal, le gen-ar pas très halal
On bougera plus
to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how
Addicted to money (yea)
I'm Addicted to money (aye)
I'm Addicted to money

[Verse 3: Lil Scrappy]
It's the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady