[Intro/Chorus] I came from the street, homeboy I get mine And I'll be damned if I let you stop my grind It ain't no way, no way, no way, no way I'ma let a motherfucker come stop me From gettin this cheese (gettin this cheese) To gettin this dough (gettin this dough) Ain't no way, no way, no way, no way I'ma let a motherfucker come stop me
[Juvenile] You can't stop a train, lil' nigga I'm a choo choo Probably ain't feelin like me cause you ain't used to Living like this cause little wodie you broke Searchin for a hustle everywhere that you go Lookin like a snail cause you movin too slow Tryin hard as hell, but you need to do mo' That's on you boy, cause I'ma do juvie Watch that wodie don't you step on my Guccis Money don't make me, money don't move Matter fact, money ain't shit to me truly Haters know I got it, and they say they gon' abuse me Bitch I don't know who the fuck they confused me wit Ain't stoppin me from gettin what I usually get Be all bustin out on cash U.T. shit And ain't worried about how many goons you wit You can say what you want and catch a Zulu fit
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[Youngin'] Uhhh~! 18, Youngin' gettin big money Haha and nigga ain't shit funny I get money strapped with a lil' light toy It might be under my arm like Right Guard I say, I'm in a swamp, with white hard You watch a nigga in that water like a lifeguard I'm from the Big Easy ohh but life hard So when I spit real niggaz be like LAWD I did it, like O.J. Made 'em all stop, like a 4-way No way, no way I'a let a motherfucker come stop me I got me, as sure as I got chu I'm a +Street Fighter+ like Ryu Ken and them, left and right I'm sendin them I'm splittin with ease, gettin this cheese
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[Kango Slim] I said everytime, this gon' be my last time This my last goal this gon' be my last grind Addicted to the shine, the streets got me caught up Hustlin gettin mine that's how I was brought up My momma always say I shouldn't do the things I do But Mickey D's cant buy me no Gucci shoes Or them Louis loafers, or a Maybach I love weed momma, 800 for the sack I'm up early I didn't go to sleep last night I'm on the junkie flight, tryin to get my fetti right I'm tryin to serve them hard and your boy too Ask my customers you know who they belong too Jealous nigga hatin on a niggaz pocket I got product guranteed to make a nigga profit {?} {?} {?} one, and pick I type this on the sideline like Vick
