![]() Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin' Limo tints out the pound and uptown crackin' Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove to deathĪ jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neckĭon't forget the baby no, don't forget the Fīrush the platinum, grab the straps, homie make it happenĬomin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the caddy ![]() Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list So much money on my mind it's all I rememberĪnd that bitch hold me up like suspenders ![]() So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprintersīaby and Slim still point guard and center Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money Take a knee and thank the Man, then get back to the money I wake up in the mornin', take a piss and wash my hands Yeah, I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a ladyĪnd you could never pay me I'm from uptown baby
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