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Really I skurt in a foreign ride Really Strait to the dollar signs Really I only speak with the boss I don't do the middle guys Oh really Oh really oh
for a Playa, but it ain't what you think There is levels to this game While we sweeping it up, strait from the bank Every dollar, every quarter I'm
strait to hell in Oklahoma Fifty dollars a goddamn barrel Wish I'd never sold that well in Oklahoma OKLA-HOMA Oklahoma
Yea we bringing drama Friends are getting shot up I been about a dollar We rain an make it shower Yea we bringing drama Strait to ya face My friends
A king walk strait up A coward a slouch Dead man get carried away So i pray we give one for the treble And two for the bass Black people let's be
The way that I feel about ya girl Aint no question You should know this fo sho I been out in these streets, tryin make ends meet Now I'm strait cause
Million dollar life of mine Million dollar life of mine and I don't mean to brag I don't mean to brag Million dollar life of mine Million dollar life
[Conversation]: Keep everything on Blaze always Nigga this only nineteen thousand (yo check this shit out) I want my thousand dollars now I
and some dollars But instead the shit you're gonna see You're fearing in hell It a concert explosion, seeing feelings u shall [Chorus] In
BITCH supporters forget and get hit wit quarters or 10 orders of porter house strait from the slaughtered cow you heard it honest, coming strait from
great You was bout to levitate Spared for heavens sake I illuminate Better of the candidates Bet the mansion strait You get ya section 8 Getting my
gun involved Baking your brain, ain't no drug, it's a hunnid out I'm from the state where the sun is tall, AZ the underdogs I'm strait out the trap
Let Me Let me first set the record strait, I’m in shape, bottle service I ain’t never wait. Sneak jabs on me will make you levitate. I always
[Jimmy:] Hey, Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin' How's about cookin' something up with me [George Strait:] Hey, sweet baby, don't you think
the b-rolls chase dollars get rich Then cap out to the blicky go splick Spit this shit from my gut Tell yo mans don't give a fuck Im in the way interrupt He get
while my life is a hot mess But the deapth of my struggle determines the height of my success I believe that Whatever billion dollars tryna see that
a drug I would still be your addiction Yeah I used to tell niggas That I had a deal on the way Dollar signs, dollar signs Dollar bills in the way Sometimes
country bar in this town Ain't much changed here Cowboys and 2 dollar cold beers Regulars just making the rounds Playing songs on the jukebox The world
Scheming I be plotting I’m a motherfucking hustler Juugin I be serving I’m just trying to get my dollars up Scheming I be plotting I finesse it
Brother and wealth Why them pagan deny You When You was scorched for all Yes, us and them Your path is strait and narrow For Your name sake I'll endure
stepping in my Js Right now I'm at the bottom I'm just tryna get a dollar Talked to snot he at the top I'm on my way I'm on my way Gas it hit my brain it's
You know what I came fo I need all of my dollars I'm feeding you draino If you giving me problems Put me in a cage hoe I ain't changing
some Dramamine. My transparency come from my momma you see what I mean? Ambition out of this world, the bars came strait from Mars, I need a Full moon
gave out more than I received When in doubt believe give them flower seeds Watch them bloom and sprout like dollar trees with olive leaves Life be up
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