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[Dame Dash +
How rich niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a (D-F-B...Bitch!)
You wanna be a (10 Hoe!)
Nigga you wanna be what I be...(10 Hoe!)
I be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)

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

[Dame
Nigga I hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get money anything!

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 really do my
Kind of fuckin hustlers are

yeah...
I'm posted in tip (Tip)
And my home
Blew an ounce of that (Kush)
In my sean jones
I got the for the low (Low)
From smokin plenty
Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna
I'm on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a 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 custom
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I nigga's order
what you nigga's order?
06' Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest goin for the

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

Dash]
Now see I like the shit these niggaz is
Real hustla's recognize other hustla's
why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!

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

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

Man]
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling
Bricks lined up like, at a funeral
I'm working 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 know how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my phone
Connects so (Sweet)
And I'm wit tha curribeans'
They from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you that like to pop (Pop)
You know I got pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you like some wheels fool
This shit stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I this shit tha Franchize!

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

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

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

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

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me)
I'm iced out, and snow, like an eskimo
And the show's slow (Show's slow)
I cook extra (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some extra (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can it get stiff, like dead people
Keep my 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 beat it my....
I treat the dope like Tina, And I it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I from a farm man

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

[Dame
You see how I get down wit the get
Nigga I got a car for everyday of the
And two cars for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!?

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

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