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    Добавлена 17 апреля 2014 пользователем N1

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    You woke up feelin way better
    Way better than the day you did before
    You got the whole world in the palm of your hands
    You had to let it go
    DJ C-Money in this motherfucker, La Familia
    Freeband Gang, we global now
    Got my t-shirt game crazy,I'm goin' money crazy
    All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin
    All it took was some patience--Niggas still hatin
    Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
    Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it
    Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
    Like when I was sellin rocks nigga I'm still hungry
    Quarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me
    Hell ya, bout that lifestyle, products on me right now
    Had to pay my lawyer off cuz nigga I don't do trial
    Bitches I don't do trial, you can keep your comments
    I be gettin' this money, bout to fuckin vomit
    30 on my stomach, tell me "how bad do you want it?"
    Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky
    All that damn finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons
    All that damn stressin' and a nigga start progressin'
    Yeah Yeah
    Got my t-shirt game crazy,I'm goin' money crazy
    All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin
    All it took was some patience--Niggas still hatin
    Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
    Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it
    Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
    Like when I was sellin rocks nigga I'm still hungry
    Quarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me
    Ain't no sympathy nigga, ain't no sympathy nigga!
    You remember me nigga, know you remember me nigga!
    I'ma whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga
    I'm gone whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga
    I got that sack out the front door and I went skraight through the back
    I was fucked up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap
    I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta jug out in Clay Co
    I won't wear em no more, if those shoes a day old
    See I consist and I am, see I persist and I am
    I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs
    That's an Aventador nigga, that cost a hundred a piece
    I went so hard in the streets, I'm bout to have me a feast
    Got my t-shirt game crazy,I'm goin' money crazy
    All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin
    All it took was some patience--Niggas still hatin
    Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
    Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it
    Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
    Like when I was sellin rocks nigga I'm still hungry
    Quarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me 

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