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[Dame + Parlae]
How rich y'all wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a (D-F-B...Bitch!)
You wanna be a (10 Hoe!)
Nigga you wanna be I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)

I got them bricks for the high, and the by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash]
Nigga I fuckin hustle, I get money!
I can get doin anything!

I got bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash]
Nigga I do my thing
Kind of hustlers are y'all?

yeah...
I'm in that tip (Tip)
And my homeboy
an ounce of that kush (Kush)
In my john jones
I got the for the low (Low)
From plenty optimos
Tryna a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin on my haters, deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still a couple blocks....
(all man, I need a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a border
Two gram, fifties, do the for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill order
what you wanna order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the
Rebirth! don't cut out my
I purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest for the high

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame
Now see I like the shit these niggaz is
Real hustla's recognize other real
That's why I'm wit em, Hey!

I got them for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down

[Dame
I got houses in different nigga!
Nigga I did my in London, remember that?
Fuck is wit ya'll?!?

[Jizzal
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the general
lined up like, cars at a funeral
I'm hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, So the ain't even gotta touch
My money come in (Stacks)
And I just how to get it man
A low profile, be ridin a Honda Civic man
never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha
They come from cross the water, to my europeans'
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the
double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you nigga's like to pop (Pop)
You I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels
This shit don't stop, I move this work
I got my own bizness, I call shit tha Franchize!

I got them for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million dollars and think they it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my first when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

I got them bricks for the and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Jim
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell alex the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think like me (Like Me)
Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars when the ride

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me)
I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an
And when the slow (Show's slow)
I cook blow (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, dead people
my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)
And ya bank shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
Residue on my clothes, it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can it like my....
I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a man

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash]
You see how I get down wit the get
I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends, nigga is wrong wit you?!?

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash]
Fuck is wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I done sold muthafuckin music, that was easy!!
Started Roc-A-Fella and it!!
I can get money in fashion, that was nuthin!!
In five years I started that shit, sold my for Thirty Million!!!
And watch what the fuck is gonna be now!!!