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[Chorus: I want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when I'm up that mulla Scarface, living life like a king eating good with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I make it Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I bake it Scarface, picture living life a king grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 1: You good or you great You either or you fake Let's watch they spitting the Because the real ones Ya'll niggas was by some haters You niggas go and hate Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the That's why the streets get so tricky, glad I fall for the bait So focused and I'm determined to see shit in my face You niggas go and face it Lil bitch ain't shit, basic Hit a lick on them bitches and win an out braclet Never let my flaws and my come get the best of me Turn into 250 to a half, I got the First my President was black, now my is wack I ain't never going broke, what's American in
[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my Get a hard-on I'm counting up that mulla Scarface, picture life like a king Everday eating good with my team (the Dream) said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could it Scarface, picture life like a king grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 2: J. Got money to make, out the candles then cut up the cake I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in place Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a Like running the late 90s, my is juggling weight Running state to state, gunning up ways to safety I'm on a paper chase, whatever it to make me A millionaire, silly cause how really get there? I mean, how niggas is Jeezy? Ya'll this shit sound so easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas trap on the CD Meanwhile, back home, my niggas crack in the BP Hoping one day they can the?] Niggas is on the screen Cause that's the Dream Now here go the thing, Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that their kings Or the unbearable pain of watching walk out with the sheriff in chains Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the White folks been getting rich off of Through some underhanded methods, I got time to explain I done that I won't reach 'em in since reaching ain't my thing I drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing For all my real trapped inside the game You that already
[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my Get a hard-on when I'm up that mulla Scarface, picture living life a king eating good with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I make it Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could it Scarface, living life like a king Everday grinding hard with my (the American Dream)
3: Kendrick Lamar] These made for [balling?] Ten ain't for falling I hear the world Tell me if you're all in (tell me if all in) I gotta eat, I gotta, money with I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the man Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh I gotta eat, I gotta, make with I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh