Tonart: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Fresh off the flight in my YSL
My first order of business in the ATL
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My man not shorty on standby
First I gotta make sure that these birds fly
All I'm doing is pick it up, drop it off
Feeling like a one stop shopping mall
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One coupe, two truck,
chief, lots of dough
Daddy big bucks,
and I ain't got no luggage
Just a cannon on a person
who I'm loving
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Big 24k link,
weighing down my neck with a J piece
Yeah, baby, I'm a grindaholic
On the good run,
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hope the feds don't spoil it
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Competition fearin' what
I'm comin' with
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Black mink face got me
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ridin' like a terrorist
The money come, and the money go
Once your best friend,
now turn your worst foe
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Know what I'm talkin' bout?
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And the grind don't stop,
cause you got knocked
Niggas still gon' do what
they do on the block
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Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Hell yeah
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Hell yeah, hell yeah
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This goes out to every G in the gang
Keep my name out your mouth
and stay in your lane
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Know what I'm talkin' bout?
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Hell yeah, hell yeah
Cause if you touch one of mine
I'll destroy everything that you own
Won't quit till you're all is gone
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Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Listen, two birds just flew
That's what it do
No business with you if
you lookin' too new
It's when the F .U .D .S. take the field
And they called press for real
Seen the most thoroughest
black family get pinched
Takin' out the game,
now they ride bench
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Or the pond, got years behind
Bars, damn guards doin' hard time
So a slow grind with slow money
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It's a right cuz, it's for show money
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And it's better than no grind
Always broke, money no time
There's nothing like the feel
of big dough stacks
When the money don't fold
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and it's a lot of that
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I know niggas cosign that
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But I wonder if they still
bringing New York back
Nigga we looking like cocaine city
Riding back to back in
the white 7 series
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You what I'm talking about?
Hell yeah, hell yeah
The money come and the money go
Once your best friend,
now turn your worst foe
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Know what I'm talkin' bout?
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Hell yeah, hell yeah
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The grind don't stop,
cause you got knocked
Niggas still gon' do what they
do on the block
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Hell yeah, hell yeah
This goes out to every G in the gang
Keep my name out your mouth
and stay in your lane
C#m
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
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Hell yeah, hell yeah
Cause if you touch one of mine
I'll destroy everything that you own
Won't quit till you're all is gone
Know what I'm talking about?
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Hell yeah, hell yeah
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You
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