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ahhh ahhh
Ahhhh

Remember selling bags when I'm all outside
Won't you let me know if you down to ride
Even if I gotta do a homicide
Put the pole to his

but I still push through
Heard i'm the man but that's regular news
Heard i'm the man but that's regular news
Step in that triangle bag from Celine
I

drip
Boy you a motherfucker
Disobey the law man we run this shit
Boy you a motherfucker
Got a hundred goons with a hundred clips
Boy you a motherfucker

of where you are
Take a break from worrying about what you can't control
Live a little
Go!
A hundred on the dash, bitch I'm in my bag (woah)
Lights out, know

and choosing we on a mission
We come through sliding and moving to clear the business
If it ain't bout a dollar excuse me its not my business
33 on the Glock

be hating, just look at the wrist boy
Hundred dollar bills with the strips boy
Never been the type to ever switch boy
Thought you was my dawg like Vick

focused on your pockets 
You worried about the next man 
Give A fuck where they set stand 
I'm setting up shop million dollar investment's 
Come fuck with

they goofy now
Swerving in the scat all day
Think im woozy now
Nigga almost spilled my drink
Thats two hundred dollars
He aint tryna give up the bank
So

rolling up dope counting blessings
I'm Young wild reckless
All gold on the neckless
Push the envelope until they get the message
The man in my city demand

speaking bout no money bitch, I ain't really trying to hear the shit
Talking bags in my convos, ninety bands stashed in the condo
Boss man, I'm the CEO

Sold him 10 bags of exotic at Hardees's
50 racks stuffed in these jeans by Amiri
100 pounds inside the house and the curing

I stack for the winter,

bread
The whole team getting c.r.e.a.m
Cash rules everything around me
Cream!
Get the money
Hundred dollar bills y’all
Stack em up 
Stack em up 
Stack em

day

I got at least a hundred dollars to my damn name
And we still eat cause I'm gettin' paid on Friday
And these lessons that we learn about this lil'

diamonds dancin'
Bitch, look at the rainbow (shine)
Used to slam a hundred bags out that Durango (woo)
Twenty racks for this jacket and got a hundred

U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay

jets, yeah
Hundred thousand dollar bets, uh uh
Same price as my neck, ooh ooh
I'ma go fuck on lil shawty I just talked to Bari
She gone off a molly I'm

Turned my dollars into comas
Now I bet you counting losses
Now that birkin bag you wanted
Is sitting on the counter
Except I use it as a duffle bag
For

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Kendrick Lamar

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2016

the code and me and my bros and
Ah, my dollars ain't foldin', you was never the homie

Seen black turn 'em Burgundy
Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy

I do not beg where I'm not wanted
I'd rather go chase the bag and count 'em hundreds
I do not beg where I'm not wanted
I'd rather go chase the bag

do what I want bitch I don't need a reason
Run up the bag got me dripping all seasons
Blue hundreds on me got your bitch geekin
These goofy bitches

resent it
Paid twenty two hundred
Just for a Chanel bag
Then you keep three
Dollars in it
The new dude you fuckin
Pretend that he care
Then you allow his

time
Get back at the ones who took me by surprise
Man, I
Pulled the knives out my back and then I made a mirror
Looked inside and asked how, what, where,

We got a hundred dollar bill fat transactions, uh
All the money comes in fractions
Over a thousand digital reactions, extractions
Somebody gimme tha

Man you hella won't

I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I'm - I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome