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[Chorus: x2] Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah, (Take a picture) click, click (Take a picture) click, click (Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin' [Rick Ross] Started w

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money Wut they doin, hatin on us, but they neva cross Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy S

(yeah) weezy is so fly in any weather Hold up (ah pu) there goes the feather Y'all niggaz aint even shoulder level And i aint on hova level, im over level Im watching t.v with Regina and Angela Im on they brain like some mutha fuckin amplas (yeah) Sh