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Verse 1
--==San Quinn==-- I`m sky ballin`, a young California pimp Loungin` in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents Iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb weed (bomb weed) Servin` on stega shrimp, sippin` Dom P (Dom P) Lavishly cordinated Savagely corporated On casino, Mr. Gambino`s Mobb affiliated The world is mine, that`s what I read on a blimp Playin cops I`m a robber with blue prints to the mint Didn`t leave no evidence, went back to, my residence Snatch the Benjamin`s, an all the other dead presidents My hoochies like to toss me the coochie Floss me in Gucci But groupies would never cost me no Loochie What I look like? Givin` a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows Bitch I`m all-pro You be the same hoe, on the stroll makin` me mo dinero So tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow (Hook) 2x I gotta get my Money Over Bitches They want the money, I want my riches Verse 2 --==Messy Marv==-- Quinnton mania, hoes I`m tamin` ya Never praisin ya, never payin ya Nothin` mo than attention Havin` paper is an addiction Your not bringin additions Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions This is how I see it My crew we be the cleanest Pushin` Benzes and Beamers These hoes ain`t pleased to meet us Pass us Master Cards an Visas Illegal searches We smokin` roaches with no crutches Bitches we cope, from bein` broke and do it like a hustla a Ain`t no friends we all cousins Baby networkin` Money ain`t nothin` You got it all? You need to quit perpin` A quarter million wouldn`t satisfy me I be a Master like P And I act like Luni Only God can do me Burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly Only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me But lose bein` in a pursuit of tryin to talk For the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it`s goin to cost (Hook) 2x Verse 3 --==San Quinn==-- I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-do Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-mo Dime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack sales Niggas that tell on Big Willies Young killas, bitches that jock, look at `em stare Got `em choosin, got hoes droolin` on a playa My gold teeth glare, shinnin` like cheese goin "Bling" Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street I fuck with big timers, ridin` sideways with young thugs Don`t manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudge Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs Never could, never would a nigga hoe trust Money Over Bitches Trust a bitch I never would Hoe I`m too major Havin` paper like Tiger Woods Famous in the Mo Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor Flippin`, manipulate a dumb hoe For way mo` I tell `em BIA-TCH!! I love ballin`, how could I be tired of bein` rich? Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected And you niggaz is wrong for payin` hoes an hoe protectin`. (Hook till end)
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