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p]
Yeah, t-r-u, all about the chase
Young silkk, to take y'all foos on a journey

the shocker]
Seems it's a what niggas 'll do
For a grip in day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
Keep my sharper than a fade (like that)
through the hood in somethin' tight
Like the that's dropped
Have them niggas while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a grip
about that time
I got my hand my nine
Plus my money be on my
Stay away these niggas
That be shady like a
I try to show 'em
And get ta thinkin' can be me
But a nigga blast you
If I to(why? )
cash rules(damn)

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Another day dollar
I'm all about money an power
And if ya feel me holla
If you you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills I make
It's a day dolla
dolla another day

p]
Dolla
dolla dolla bill y'all... x3
Dolla y'all
dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla bill y'all

[silkk the
i'ma g nigga like all tha way
So nigga betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over like
I do more pimpin' than
A fuckin' violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas
don't understand
Cause if I die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, be tha man(damn)
And I be to hop in
gangsta shit(like that)
See if I had a
For ever nigga told me they major
Shit, I be
had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some
my clique right behind me
Nigga you know, where to find me
tryin' to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I been in game so long
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the more green I
I just kick
And them, go out and get tha cash
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm all about my paper

[silkk the
I tru to tha ghetto
if I make a mill'
Cause that's the place I can go
When I'm broke and I it trill
You besta
How I be my mail(what? )
it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or
You know I gots to, my back
And be shure black
(they can't fuck you)
it's a proven fact(what? )
That of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay and be major
They
Cause how can I have a
And only be a
You know can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't with you)
Even though I wear a
And two straps you i'ma still die(damn)
But until I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no back
And no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't nothin' with me
So I guess I'll be a g
And need for cryin' over me

p]
Heh, silkk
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout money
Tha chase you know what I'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, it's all
We all 'bout tha
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money,
Or whateva the fuck you wanna it