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One time for B.I.G Wave a finger front to back I ain't gotta tell you where i'm from, you see it on my cap 501's on my leg Polo men on my tee Jordan aint no kiddin me But I keep 'em on my feet I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G Something just like me Buy and sell Gucci I like them girls in Louis V Red bottoms Lue B's Two fingers to the G's What it is, what it be If you ballin' rasie ya bottom and yell "FREE TUNECHI" Free, Free Tunechi Till they free Tunechi I'm Q-Vision in the club Watch me make a movieI like girls in Louis V Chorus I got money Money no problem Love doing math So it's money I'm solving Never ever stopping But these niggers better copping So I'm ugly with the money Ugly ugly Green goblin F**k them other haters cause I'm down for my n****s I got money in my pockets so there's no room for your digits I be in and outta state, err'day a different place And I be hittin' home runs while you still on second base You boy be poppin' them bottles of Rozay, F**kin' models in every single damn way No offense to ugly women but I need a pretty face If you skinny or eat plenty it don't matter either way Cause I'am get it, hit it, quit it then I pass you off to Jae... Millz Speed racer on the track call me Hot Wheels Them bullets long like fries, get a Happy Meal Black Card, Red Chucks, Batman & Robin Spider-man eatin' up the money, Green Goblin Chorus Till I die I'm uptown and dead prezzys what I'm countin' in Cut milli-mountsins, n***a what you know about 'em So Harlem 'till I go F**k a stylist, I be stylin' Comin' down 125th, paper plated drop wildin' He sreamin' till it's easy, love me or leave me For New York Free Remy and for YM Free Weezy Me and C. Breezy, Chubby Chuck TZ's We on that cherry carpet while you watchin' us on TV Trust me I'm mountain clean, if the boy in my regime On stage I'm poison, Hot Tub Time Machine Yeah, Yeah The all doubtin' but they favorite slouchin' And all I got for these n****s is flames, douse 'em Who want test me, get off the express way This is not an Esther, n****s it's an XJ Swag freakin' American, tatted like an , Take your ass directly to the morgue is what my chest say Yes Jay, yes Jay, stunt like Harlem taught you My diamonds stupid bright, Violet Ultra They all counted me out They thought Millz was over But look who's talkin' now mother f**k as, John Travolta Chorus Thanks to feel |