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Oh, yeah, yeah You think you could hang with me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah Gotta make that, gotta make that Gotta make that, gotta make that Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah-yeah) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah) Gotta get down for my thang, I push the button, I'm lane switchin' Say she wanna look up for some dinner and drinks But I don't trick off on them lame bitches If you hurt 'bout that ho then I can't be your thang Just know that we be fuckin' the same bitches Most these niggas I know do this shit for the fame These niggas be rappin', I'm gang spittin' Said, "These niggas be rappin', I'm gang spittin'" Gang bangin' (Yeah), I put the 'caine in your Chevrolet Smokin' on silly Bobby, sittin' sideways Swivel seat and the center tray I remember them nights sleepin' on these bitches couches I might fuck but I never stay I was drankin' and gettin' blunted on an empty stomach I was blowin' my life away Now I come through drop-top, fast, and don't play Pop and cop the stash and get paid Do the math just like a laundromat Now I be washin' all this cash that I made (Skrrt) Drop-top, fast, and don't play Pop and drop the stash and get paid (Skrrt) Do the math just like a laundromat Now I be washin' all this cash that I made Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah-yeah) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah) I get money, gotta get paid (Paid) Came from the bottom, made it out the trenches Then I made it out the maze (Maze) Bought the Lamborghini, coulda bought the Bentley 'Cause I had a better taste (Skrrt) 'Member I was takin' losses 'fore I was a boss The memories never fade (Loss) Gave mama a hunnid racks and changed up her location (Racks) Uh, I put diamonds on my wrist, singin', Fantasia I pull up to my hood in a coupe to motivate 'em (Motivate 'em) Finally bossed up, bought myself up off the label (Boss) I can't have no conversation if it ain't opaque (No) Mansion twenty thousand square feet with seven acres (Mansion) I keep cool but I would cook my opp up like a baker (Cool) I keep blues inside my Goyard just in case, for safety (Blues) Maybach, Richard lazy Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah Gotta make that, gotta make that