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612fatboy - get dis money lyrics

all the real d boys stand up
paper chasers
close case nightmares being dead broke
mama cry came and kick the front door
remember that sh-t like it was yesterday
i had different way i was getting paid
getting to the money no time to stop
ain’t in the nba but wanna ball
younger in the game with a poker face
trying to get the cheese in this rat race
put the money for the boys sh-t you ain’t win
forgiato on the curve ball in the wind
i don’t need a friend
this car paid up..

start full cup filled up with codeine
get locked up serving them dope in
nba ball live in that street in
as of young i was thought to get dis money
get dis money, get dis money
i was young and i was thought to get dis money
get dis money, get dis money
i was young and i was thought to get dis money

me hot to a fly with a paper round
6 scene with a dream couldn’t keep it down
gotta get it in the feeling
this is what it was
f-ck getting rich i’m at the bank trust fund
i’ll get crushed, smoke from my lungs
been doing good i’m the man in my hood
twist it in a trap and it’s up shot
imma get how i live even at the park
see them waiting up gotta put it on a scale
you come from retail i’m selling wholesale
no f-cking fist here, i got that fist scale

- 612fatboy lyrics

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