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    [Juelz Santana]
    A, im baaaack
    wake up in the mornin with one thought
    I gotta get it
    then I hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it
    while she wipe me down, I stroke her breasts
    hopped out the shower soaking wet
    I’m already fly and I ain’t even put my clothes on yet
    cuz
    they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)(x3)
    aight, ya n-ggas know me!
    [Lil Wayne - Chorus]
    now I got money on money, and b-tches on b-tches
    bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
    I got money on my mind, and I’m thinking all day
    keep a bad b-tch to f-ck me when I had a long day
    cuz my money make money and my b-tches get b-tches
    bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
    I get baseball money, check my home run average
    take over the game and let my homeboys have it
    [Juelz Santana]
    uh, aight
    ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
    you know what that means, time to bring that money home
    brown paper bags still talk that money
    and my money make money I don’t touch that money
    I got money mad at me yeah upset money
    I got money over money thats bunk bed money
    crib so spacious, whip so matrix
    keep chicks with me, and the hips bodacious
    lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
    n-gga like me move quick, no patience
    rockstar life, everyday clique wasted
    everyday’s a long day, I get money the long way
    go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked b-tches
    they know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin’
    I be battin’, they be pitchin’, Barry Bonds the way I hit it
    listen, they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (am fly)
    aight, ya n-ggas know me!
    [Chorus]
    [Juelz Santana - Verse 2]
    uhhh
    I’m international like my f-cking visa
    swag on Easter, that wrist on freezer
    that b-tch on diva, waist on heater
    lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
    and when it come to gettin doe I’ma roll like Pita (yup)
    coke on the scale, Libra
    Hail Mary n-ggas, no Mother Teresa
    aight, I’m forever on my grind (grind)
    cuz you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no)
    you pop sh-t, I show sh-t
    you got sh-t, I own sh-t
    that fly sh-t, I’m on it
    I’m hot sh-t, you novice
    man, ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
    you know what that means, it’s time to bring that money home
    [chorus]
    [Juelz Santana]
    wake up in the mornin with one thought
    I gotta get it
    then I hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it
    while she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
    hopped out the shower soaking wet
    I’m already fly and I ain’t even put my clothes on yet
    cuz
    they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)(x3)
    aight, ya n-ggas know me!
    [Chorus]
    [End]
    #FreeColleGrove2
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