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Yo, I just came from outside, and there's crazy money out here
We ain't gotta break this shiz down, we can sell weight
But this Jay-Z nigga? He got this shit locked down
Oh, Jay-Z, what, the rapper? (Yeah)
That "In My Lifetime" nigga?
Get the fuck out, that's game on the bow
Get the fuck out, there ain't no rapper tellin' me I can't get no money man
Come on, the fuck, what you doin', I gotta do
Get the fuck out
Yeah, uh
Check one, check two
Said you know what to do
Primo, cold crush when I give it to you
Friend or foe
Yo, state ya biz
Hmm, you tend to dough, ah
There it is
Me, I run the show, oh
And these kids
Don't like nobody comin' around here
Fuckin' with they dough for shit
You enterprisin' though, and I like it
But fuck with the big dogs yo, I gotta bite ya
Look, it's outta my hands
And you gettin money 'round here
Is not in the plans
Don't hop your ass outta that van
Head back to Kansas
I'm sending niggas back up in campuses
Chances slimmer than that chick in Calvin Klein pants is
Let me guess, they said it was money round here
And the rest is me stoppin' you from gettin' it, correct?
Sorry to here that
My guess is you got work at the hotel
I'll take care of that, you'll soon see
Now please, give me the room key
Ya twitchin', don't do that
Ya makin' me nervous, my crew
Well they do pack, them dudes is murderers
So please, would ya, put your hands back in sight
They don't like to see me nervous
You can understand that, right?
You draw, better be Picasso, you know the best
'Cause if this is not so, God bless
You leave me no choice
I leave you no voice
Believe you me son
I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done
Now calm your boys
'Cause I'm findin' it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise
Get the point?
I'll let you go, before you leave
I guess I outta let you know
I need those keys
And I promise you never, no matter the weather
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around here no mo'