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New shoes on the rover, good one man
Mother*** like I ain't supposed to shine
I the one, definitely not the two
One in the chamber when we're at you

The young Bob Barker, the price is
If you C.O.D. then you get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the
If Roy went postal, all he do is check

Low key, under the radar, triple black 'Vet, I call it the
No currency machine, I could it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in
storm in the body tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it for fun wussup

man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the

I get bars out of the back of my mind
I reminisce Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept yay
A hundred percent served, snowman's

You can my thug and my clientele, why
I'm addicted to that new car
cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe the paper tag

Whole life flash before your eyes
See the state troopers and get
Got a thing for Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex

Somewhere in the back of my deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that
Get money, *** *** haters
All we fear is the discovery and papers, wussup

man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I'm a grown *** man, I on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm my own team
to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who his money so neat

But I still a ***
Put The on, Jim Carey a ***
ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful the sweets, don't burn my seats

You could your whole life and not come close
Guess that's why these rap *** notes
my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me I hop a ***, them with the toast
Next, be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me,

man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the