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Let's open, the and pull, Them cars out (Why?) Show em how boys in the dirty shiiiiiiiine (Money is on your mind, chasin dollar signs Get off of behind and go Grind) there's no time, to sleep - we and grind, all the time money's always on our miiiiiiiind (Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna get up off of your behind and go Grind)
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They say stuntin's a waste of 'Man, it in stocks' Now they and out of work Ever Enron flopped Have a for every season That's the way Mo money my mattress Then you have in safe When money slow up? Make a different blow up Alotta cats then me, but they ain't never grow up Boys hit a couple of licks, buy some kicks and quit I ain't hustlin for a fifth, I'm on the grind to get I ain't gone lie, I got making fifty a week But when fifty sunk to ten I woke up out of my sleep I don't compete with other I myself Self-Emplyed, I write a check
And hire I myself, with a set of Slabs, salute All courtisey of my underground, of loot It don't matter what it cost, just some loot I'll earn it back before your is through.. It's down
Let's open, the garage and pull, Them out (Why?) Show em how boys in the dirty shiiiiiiiine (Money is on your mind, chasin dollar signs Get off of youe and go Grind) there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the money's always on our miiiiiiiind (Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you shine? Then get up off of behind and go Grind)
Listen.. They say our album dropped And we ain't proved a Look at the Scan scannin Tell us the King Okay, if we hit Top 100 on Billboards We still gone feel joy, 50 hundreds in boy We Runnin streets, so you can say we RoadRunners You better hide deer, like we was Doe Hunters made doe from a dealer, I'm no dope runna But I intercept chips like a kick a slow punta HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin' through, it do? Direspecting Houston, Texas Underground? What a fool It's okay if you DeeJay's give us Radio play We the streets to go get our CD today, they obey CD sella, Hundred Thousand or betta But I'm not in this game to get a Grammy letta or Just tryin to make alot of chedda, Mirror on the wall Can you tell us who ball? 'Chamillion and Paul Wall'
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