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Early, early, Okay, this today's lesson On how it should be done. Yes sir. Why I keep having school y'all niggas? Yo, behind the door there was Gat Man Who Was also known for robbin' Aquaman Cooked the coke That kept the Supermen saucin' A dirty nigga that Wasn't known for washin' Took the Calazones, Didn't care what it cost him Eventually, The nigga started cookin' Cree Ation, Nothin' but the reverse of 12V The tumultuous life Of Skateboard P I hang with white people, But you don't know I seen niggas run down, Stood over and gunned down One shot up in His arm, then he spun 'round Now how does "in front of his son" sound? And get this, dog, it was just one round For the Ready Rock, they smoked they shit on Cans I was rockin' flat tops and rockin' slip-on Vans Screamin', "Kill a dude," and rollin' my pants Up As the ghetto bitches mix the neighborhood dances Up But this wasn't a soft place Friendship Village'll shoot the smile off your face Trainin' 'em young, they was schoolin' 'em, mayne Fifteen Killer niggas face cool as a fan Stole in The right bullet hole to free one's soul Let You control the block and get a vehicle So I started pacin' to exit my situation Then I Became the basis of C. Stout's translation Sure, I'm on that brother shit, but I started thinkin' Colorless Like my favorite watch, but I had to Get the other wrist Reporters like, "Yo, so what You done good?" Fall back, bitch, I brought Computers to the hood Yes sir Gangsta Whenever you Abide, you above the law Make money, Money, make money, money, money Don't even try if You afraid to fall Nigga, make money, money, Make money, money Gangsta greasy your mamis with Thighs taped with the raw Make money, money, Make money, money, money Ask police, stay fly, Keep your gangstas on call So we make money, Money, make money, money, money I got model bitches, They drive me on sixes Condos in Paris with Million-dollar pictures Smoke like a sailor, Drink 'til she two-up Suckin' my dick because she Love the way I grew up Huh? You talkin' to me? You gon' do what? Yes, he's got the gat and he can pull Two up Them shits is mind-blowin' Where he grew up, they Wear rags with they eyes showin' Four in the Morning, you hear the nines blowin' Armor all they Cars to keep the shine goin' We order cars With special features The two-tone Rolls, the bitch Got alopecia Coupe got vitiligo and tinted color Psycho White and tan and brown, call it Michael I just might go down to the beach Absorb The heat, pick up a couple freaks Gangsta I's Lead them between my sheets Then I's lead them Right beneath Downstairs, right in the lobby I'm not Bein' cocky, but snugglin' Gangsta greasy Whenever You abide, you above the law Make money, Money, make money, money, money Don't even try if You afraid to fall Nigga, make money, money, Make money, money, money Keep your mamis that'll Ride with the thighs taped with the raw Make Money, money, make money, money, money Ask police, Stay fly, keep your gangstas on call So we Make money, money, make money, money, money Kilos, C-notes, speedboats, Bay coastal CeeLo, We smoke chocha, tres ochos That's what eighty-five Percent of niggas envision While the real ten Percent get caught and go to prison The other Five percent, them niggas end up missin' Probably on The coast of Belize, deep-sea fishin' Blowin' Perfect greens out the Cuban cigar Their daughters Turn sixteens, get 'em Italian cars The world is Yours, fuck it, how 'bout Mars? I know your mother told you aim for the Stars Let's get right, nigga, cut short the laugh And Get in touch with Habib with the half Hand The dopest opium comes from Afghan So let's Make millions and blow up like a gas can You wanna shine, don't you? Like the rocks glisten But you ain't tryna listen, you on a fuckin' Mission Whenever you abide, you above the law Make Money, money, make money, money, money Gangsta Don't Try afraid to fall Nigga, make money, money, Make money, money, money Gangsta Keep your mamis That'll ride with the thighs taped with the raw Make money, money, make money