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Money Flippa
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
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All about
All about our trouble
Eastside slows
Pata
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Money flipper
Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper
Cup runneth over mane but it ain't liquor
He done had a green for the deal, he a picker
Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a sicka
Ooh that ticka
My life, 'nother hood statistic
Now I'm in the limelight
Get your grind right then maybe you can shine right
My partner Fred almost shot a cop, that's a blind night
I remember cold nights, cheese cheese in a jail cell
While you talk behind my back I'm livin' in a real hell
How a simple dope sale turn into a murder jackin'
'Cause in the streets mane anything can happen
Thirty rounds walk up bustin' 'cause they know you packin'
Put your trust in the gun or you really slackin'
Pray to God every day he put that good in me
I keep two hitters on the road, that's the hood in me
But the hood good if my intentions not wrong
Ten percent go to God first, now my money long
Whatsoever a man think then so is he
If you say you ain't gon' make it then it's gon' be
Money flipper
Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper
Cup runneth over mane but it ain't liquor
He done had a green for the deal, he a picker
Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a sicka
Ooh that ticka
My life, 'nother hood statistic
Now I'm in the limelight
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Once you get your mind right you can get your money right
Once you get your money right you can do what you want in life
Always get the money 'cause the grind never stop us
Water on my wrist need a janitor to mop it up
Chronicles of Juicy J, you should go and cop the book
Mane I miss puttin' money in my mama pocketbook
Me and Pac can make it out the trap, you can too
Givin' up the saddest thing I ever seen a man do
The hustle gon' continue, I'm sellin' out the venue
I'm meetin' with investors that mean beef ain't on the menu
Water 'round my neck is like the deep blue sea
Not the wings but we dippin' once we get the blue cheese
What the fuck a nigga mean?
Money flipper
Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper
Cup runneth over mane but it ain't liquor
He done had a green for the deal, he a picker
Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a sicka
Ooh that ticka
My life, 'nother hood statistic
Now I'm in the limelight
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
Get your grind right, get your shine right
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