Chorus X2
Well every since I can remember I been poppin my collar poppin poppin my collar poppin poppin my collar
Well every since I can remember I've been workin' dese hoes & dey put my money in my hand (in my hand)
DJ Paul
Now when it comes 2 gettin bread, I got the keys 2 the bakery
A lotta dudes swearin' dey playin, mane dey sum fakery
Let me catch yo girl about sum workin' in my sight
And believe i'm gon at cha in the daylight wit a flashlight
I'm tryin 2 get paid however money iz made
A lotta dudes like 2 pay ladiez 2 get laid
But me i ain't no pimp, i just luv 2 borra
Take it from a fat b**h, ugly b**h I mob'er 4 real
Juicy J
Well U know me by the Juice Mane hangin' out wit big Treece
Standin' on the porch drankin liquor, drunk, smokin' weed
Tryin 2 get a paycheck but welfare hadddin came yet
That Y i stay in a girl it'll keep that p**y wet so i can get paid & relax in the shade
and say f** a 9 to 5 cuz a n***a tired ov slavin
Itz never ez for a playa in the hood on the come up
If i meet a gal wit three 3 kidz or more, she'll get done up
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Crunchy Blac
She's just another hoe that i meet in the hood
i told i was Crunchy Blac & it wuz all good
she might as well gon head & s** up on my wood
& let me whisper somethin' in her ear if i could
i got sum hoes that'll bring yo boy about sum good
That ghetty green know what i mean dey b**hes understood
That hammod no shourt about sum muthaf**in sluud
U know that bad b**h'll make me cut a f**in' rug
U better go out there and get my money in the mud
I'll hit U in the head & leave yo head wit a plug
U know i gotta have gotta get my money, what?
These hoes out here be f**in' for a muthaf**in dub (freaky b**h)
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