Once I live a life of a millionaire

Still do!

Spending my money, honey ohh I didn't care

Still don't!



[Verse 1:]

I'm a floss 'til I die, ball never fall

Cop 'til I drop, motherfuck 'em all

Count paper schemin, leanin on the wall

Money comin fast, niggas ridin balls

I been to hell and back, I seen what you saw

6 in the mornin, D's at the door

I was a shorty on a bike, hangin with Alpo

I was a shorty uptown with Rich Porter

I was a shorty up on 1, 3, 2

My man AZ he really schooled me

My man Big Chuck, he took me to Mt. V

I messed up the count, Kev winked at me

What I learned is niggas need paper to burn

And you gotta spread love when cats is fucked up

You can't be lazy, for niggas that's bad fuck

Sometimes you move quiet and lay upin the cut (whattup)



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[Verse 2:]

I learned if you talk to much you get that ass shot up

Follow your dreams, and watch the cash pile up

I used to be in Queens with my man Black Just

Before he got killed, now that nigga was real

He took me to the crib, showed me how gangsters live

Took me to hot blocks, showed me big knots

Him and Richard Porter used to tease me and what not

You ain't movin pies, so your car can be fly

Used to run to Big Kev before he got knocked

When niggas was stuntin and wouldn't let me on the block

125th in the Beemer with AZ

He gave a bum 50 dollars that really taught me

That being a gangster don't mean you're all bad

And niggas respect you when they know you got cash

Remember Big dave had the dust on smash

I was amazed the lifestyle was so fast



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[Verse 3:]

I remember Remy showed my his first 8th ki'

That was before Queens had blood in the street

Stretch from BK had the pretty gold Benz

He took me out to Brooklyn where he was gettin some ends

Let me state this again, I ain't gotta pretend

They was playing the money game and I wanted in

I was just a young boy with dangerous friends

If it wasn't for rap, who knows where I would've been

I took a hustlas heart to make the top of the charts

Big Chuck when to jail when I was ready to start

I guess I was destin, God pulled us apart

But I admit, getting that street money is a art

I was so many players I knew back in the D

Like Cuban Alberto from Mi-ami

'86 that nigga's Benz had TV's

Only God knows what these niggas mean to me

Real talk



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