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crooked i – what that mean lyrics

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[intro: crooked i]
he’s talkin’ about that paper
he’s talkin’ money, right now

[chorus]
what that mean?
it means get that green
what that mean?
it means get that green

[verse 1]
i’m one of the hottest n+ggas you could ever produce, huh
who let this arrogant character loose, huh
i’m ghetto america’s poster child, now
throw the grey goose there in the juice, lames
wanna hang go stare at a noose
they say the beef’s over but i’m unaware of the truth
i’m wearin’ a artful dodger hoodie, l.a. dodger fifty+nine+fifty, yeah, this my city, yeah
i’m so versatile, throwin’ up w’s even though it’s commercial now
baby girl wanna know if i’m worth a while
b+tch with the emptiest purse the first to smile, oww
i let her know what that paper do
chain sw+ngin’ like mayweather on pay per view
she said “you rockin’ so much ice, i’ma pray for you”
i said “whoever rob me, gon’ need some prayin’ too, now”
[chorus]
what that mean?
it means get that green
what that mean?
it means get that green

[verse 2]
yeah, shorty saw him comin’ in a glare
i pass by like a giant blur
what she really saw was tim duncan in the air
wasn’t nothin’ but a flying spur
gun under chair, i swear that there
beauty salon trigger, yeah that’s hair
somebody asked, “is the l.b.c. dead?”
don’t pay attention to the “he said, she said”
magazines askin’ me about my street cred
can’t say a lot, y’all dudes could be feds
all you need to know is that i rock those mics
n+gga, i’m so nice that i cop those bikes
with the hot chrome pipes
see me go nuts
doin’ the kinda donuts cops don’t like
i’m a couple pennies short from havin’ sense
hands on that change, you can match the prints

[chorus]
what that mean?
it means get that green
what that mean?
it means get that green
[verse 3]
yeah, put a bow on the flow
it’s a gift from god
go against my squad, i’ma lift my rod
what you in the limelight, gotta do the crime right
so, twist my arm, my wrist, my jaw
call me young bunk johnson on that hoodlum sh+t
in a 6+4+5 wit’ a muslim chick
since the koran said to cover her head
i’ma put the top up when i push the whip
stay gangsta gutter, you can’t fade a brother
i’ll son ya like i laid your mother
then step on stage, watch women of all ages hover
got the dance floor bouncin’ like it’s made of rubber
(why’s that, young boss?)
cause we make hits
this is turntable crack, let the dj mix
i built my house with them bricks like freeway rick
that’s how i keep throwin’ money on them three way chicks
throw some money in the air

[chorus]
what that mean?
it means get that green
what that mean?
it means get that green



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