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Red light, green light, stop and go Better take it nice and slow Hit 'em with the chopper, woah You know that I'm bout my dough Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash) Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash) Yeah, you better pay what you owe 바보야, 나 위 사람 말고 Sure they messed up like it's Mardi Gras No place for a hot to hot It's hardly hot to homies, bruh Catch two rounds like a Yamaha 사람 맺힌 놈과 소주와 한 잔 I could let it pop 내 형 let the PC bang 겁쟁이 어디 있어 연습해서 PC bang (bitch) No numbers on the check You can leave it blank (cash) 45 Billy 'bout to leave the bank You could go from living on freebies To whipping Lamborghini Sipping martinis We living lavish and easy It's good mariki Every end is a repeat About my future like tea leaves No P.G. it's just veni, vidi, vici Make you DC like PC games with no net I'm too beastly, it's easy games with no bet I came from nothing to dirt It's no flex I'm just here to change my life and be the best Red light, green light, stop and go Better take it nice and slow Hit 'em with the chopper, whoa You know that I'm about my dough Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash) Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash) Yeah, you better pay what you owe Got some homies in the van Hot box 'til they pass out You strapped for the cash So they strap up with masks out They do it for the money Motherfucker, you can half-clap Cause life ain't been too easy So they gotta take the fast route Yeah, big boss when I stroll through Squares in my circle Don't you speak unless you spoke to Thought you were the frontman Stuttin' and thang I'm number one, motherfucker I've been runnin' this game Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Laughin' straight to the bank, with it Straight whippin' Pull up in a hootie with the paint drippin' Day-driven, only got one life So I'ma stay livin' Got a couple goons with the brooms Like they play Quidditch Yeah, but I don't wanna waste nobody Like a doctor that's about to sell some organs out of body I stay winnin', I know everybody Wishin' they could copy If you're givin' up the neck That'd be the only way you top me Red light, green light, stop and go Better take it nice and slow Hit 'em with the chopper, whoa You know that I'm about my dough Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash) Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash) Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah
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