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[Intro:]
Haha, Dorrough I got somethin' on my mind, homie Get big [x8] Now, it's Dorrough music You ain't (you ain't) Gotta (gotta) Nuff (nuff) Money (money) [x2] Ha, Dorrough let's go and do this thing man. You ready? [Chorus] Wh-wh-what you got a dollar in yo' pocket, A 20 in yo' wallet, See me I'm stackin' money might of think I let you watch it Get big [x4] You ain't (you ain't) Gotta (gotta) Nuff (nuff) Money (money) [x2] Get big [x4] [Versus 1:] Say, hu-hu-hundreds, fifties, bitch I don't exaggerate, This a game for ballers only ballers can participate, All these niggas frontin' throwin' money like they paper long, European diamonds throwin' money now they paper gone, Idiot, wh-wh-what are you, Coach we need a W, And this nigga game suck, I think it's time to substitute, Them ain't really diamonds in your ear somebody hustled you, Takin' all your revenue, Boy you don't know what to do, Ha say you wit a double hustle yo' fees, Oh broke ass rass, Ain't, gotta nuff cheese, And you out here lookin' phony tryna stunt like me, Nigga please, oh broke ass nigga. [Chorus] What you got a dollar in yo' pocket, A 20 in yo' wallet, See me I'm stackin' money might of think I let you watch it Get big [x4] You ain't (you ain't) Gotta (gotta) Nuff (nuff) Money (money) [x2] Get big [x4] [Versus 2:] See money I can't talk about, Bitch I'm 'bout to run the South, Walk away yo' city in my Dallas Texas fitted cap I'll be gettin' money from you bitches what you talkin' 'bout, Spendin' all yo money on these bitches what is that about, Ugly, st-stupid ass, I'll be makin' stupid cash, Just pay real attention like them niggas in a stupid class, Watch me youngsters, motherfuckin monster, Pl-playin' with this paper like I'm playin' in a dumpster, Yo' baby mama payin' all yo' bills, you'z a busta, Even though she workin' 9 to 5 she still a hustla, Yeah that means she's runnin' thangs, While you out here lookin' lame, Damn, what a shame, oh broke ass n*gga. [Chorus] What you got a dollar in yo' pocket, A 20 in yo' wallet, See me I'm stackin' money might of think I let you watch it Get big [x4] You ain't (you ain't) Gotta (gotta) Nuff (nuff) Money (money) [x2] Get big [x4] [Versus 3:] Lil mama know I'm in her city, And I'm out here lookin' pretty, Gettin' money 'till it's silly, I'm just out her on my diddy, What she say (ha-ha, she like), Yeah he did that, Oh girl, yeah I like the way he did that, Girl you know I'm greedy, Touchy touchy feely feely, First I stem her like the kitty, Then I hit her with this willy, What she say (yeah buddy, she like) Yeah he did that, Oh girl, yeah I like the way he did that Get big [x9] Get me Now, it's Dorrough, music (get big) |
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I don't care what they say
I live my life day by day Like everything is ok Guess that's the reason I pray Light up and blow on this haze Oh dirty take me away Up there where I wanna stay So I can be M-I-A I say 24 hours 7 days a week Been grindin so long I can do it in my sleep You reap what you sew you sew what you reap And when you get somethin good you hold and you keep it Cuz when you got somethin somebody else wont it Shinin on a hater feel real good don't it Ridin on a hater sound real hood don't it Before I take a L I'll kill my opponent Last time hard this time go harder Some do it big but the kids do it larger Down town in the house by the water Texas, Georgia, south beach Florida Yea I do everything drastic And I don't settle for nothin but fantastic Pop pop on an X Y axis Me and my click say lit like matches I don't care what they say I live my life day by day Like everything is ok Guess that's the reason I pray Light up and blow on this haze Oh dirty take me away Up there where I wanna stay So I can be M-I-A Sunny and I ain't talkin bout Miami Last year was good but this year I won a Grammy Album in the streets but id rather much be M-I-A just me and my family Work all day double time all night Show my baby girl that errthang alright Live like a pimp that's our hype Gotta thick chick 5'9 all tight Gotta rent chick yeah I like all type But my down there chick where tha bud all straight I betchu think I'm just talkin See her for ya self dime piece walkin Speakin of walkin you can walk without crawlin first You cant stand without fallin down and When you down on the ground stand Back up on the mound And then swang harder I don't care what they say I live my life day by day Like everything is ok Guess that's the reason I pray Light up and blow on this haze Oh dirty take me away Up there where I wanna stay So I can be M-I-A Yall and this is still good music The world know I make real good music Ain't got to but I'm still gonna prove it Haters hate me but they still be groovin Dont nobody know how long it took me to shine Don't know body know how long it took me to grind Sometimes dreams get lost by time One night damn near lost my mind Good things happen if you believe it If you perceive it You achieve it This is motivation some of yall needed Tryna help you see So eliminate the negative Insinuate the positive Work none stop gettin money my prerogative An yea I try to be cooperative But when I keep it real some take it as derogative I don't care what they say I live my life day by day Like everything is ok Guess that's the reason I pray Light up and blow on this haze Oh dirty take me away Up there where I wanna stay So I can be M-I-A Aaaaaaa so I can be M-I-A aaaaaaa La lalalala la lalalalalala la lalalalalaala |
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| 3:30 |
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| 3:54 |
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| 4:23 |
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| 12. |
| 3:47 |
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| 13. |
| 4:40 |
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| 14. |
| 3:47 |
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This a nitty beat
Hey Yea Say nitty lets gon on and take em back one time (La la la la, la la la) We just give em what they want you know (la la la la, la la la la, go back way back go back go back) Cuz aint nobody cuz cant nobody do it like that you know This a nitty beat Uhh playin sonic on sega I can take you back to the motorola pager (way back) Out of work like craig on Friday (Friday) But I get paid like everydays Friday Brand new louie's brand new jordans And I aint got a job like tommy off maury But me and nitty be off in the studio recordin And I ride tracks like young Jeff Gordon NASCAR.... And Yea I like this beat So I be getting off like white boy feet (tryna dance) Getting chose haters like why me Cuz when I'm in the bed I'm Muhammad Ali Beat that once, beat that twice, by the third time ya pussy prolly need ice Ima young nigga wit a old man say I can take ya back to ya very first bike Chorus: Ha yeaaa lil mama say what, (say what) all I gotta say is wassup She know my name, errbody in the club they know my name And they all showin love cuz they know my Go back way back (4x) Go go go back way back go go go back way back (La la la la, la la la la) Yea boy I take it back like this Like will smith and a fresh prince fit Today Sunday the mall close at six It's already five thirty gotta move quick But I aint even trippin ima still get chose If I didn't have arms I could still pull hoes (yea buddy) Cuz im fly you aint heard I rock I could pull a chick butt naked in some socks I'm tho'ed off don't run me hot Cuz my glock pop like champagne tops Boom Boom pow like the black eyed peas Get a strip tease by a black Chinese girl And im steady transcendin Six figure check got my bank account pendin Like thirty seven (thirty seven), thirty eight (thirty eight) im the zone forty five forty seven mike epps tone -CHORUS- I like a chick that thick off cabbage (I like that) I like chick that can grind on a mattress (I like that) I like a chick with a real big ass, but I rather have chick that can file my taxes (oh yea) So dear ms secretary chick lemme be ya boss and you forever bein rich Watch so icy and it's heavy on my wrist Got me feelin like Denver when its February sixth (so cold) Prime time click we like a rubber band That's about to pop and yea we runnin in Old school all the og's understand I can take ya back make ya wanna do the runnin man Mc hammer thats throw back, country grammer I know that I'm gone like a woman when she fed up I can take it back like a Danny Glover edge up (way back) -CHORUS- |
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