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In the sky, so high on cloud nine Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine In the sky, so high on cloud nine Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine In the sky, so high on cloud nine Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine In the sky, so high on cloud nine Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine Hey, you ain't no pimp, you're a rest-haven for hoes You're a car thief, a car thief That one you got out there is probably hot as a firecracker right now That was thirty-five thousand dollars Thirty-five thousand dollars cash money? No, I get one-, thirty-five thousand dollars, plus one, right? The one I gave you? No, you gave me six though, right? I was one, I had one with six, and a thirty-five thousand, plus one, plus six, makes seven Thirty-five thousand dollars and seven, right? Motherfuckеr, can you buy that? Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine Uh, man, hold up, a young nigga stayin' dine I be trippin', so if you owе me, you best to pay me mine Ain't gon' catch me in no skinny jeans, that's where I draw the line Rollin' murder, that mean the pain of swangers no longer shine That satin black on this Cadillac Bandana motherfucker, I had to act Lost lookin' for it, they can't find it though I hit a button, they'll never know I had the pack Bad bitches on it, never ran with rats And Dominique went and keep my hands intact Couple niggas talkin' shit, I uppercut a couple niggas 'Til I old-style whip them hoes back to back Nigga, I don't need another baby mama Just want some good head and clean vagina I ain't fuckin' with it if it's a panty liner 'Cause the bitch is bleedin' if she's an old-timer Only smoke good weed, no slow-downers If you want 'em, I got 'em, get the dough out ya Y'all niggas ain't even my bros kinda That's why I don't speak when I roll by you Come and dine In the sky, so high on cloud nine (cloud nine) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine (remember, alright?) In the sky, so high on cloud nine (hmm) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine (yeah, hey-ayy) In the sky, so high on cloud nine (listen) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine (remember, alright?) In the sky, so high on cloud nine (yeah, hey-ayy) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine Woman, I got's to go I know you want more, but I'm out the door Loved kickin' it with you, but you got's to know If it ain't about money then it's not for Ro In traffic all day like stop and go If it's sunny outside then the top can go Jacka run up on me, he get shot for show I ain't havin' that shit, I lock and load, I'll pop you, bro Straight outta Ridge motherfucker, more city Where we drink 'til we ain't got no kidney Most of them can't roll to the store with me You ain't gon' never see them boys at the show with me I don't know you no more if you ain't grow with me Like, "Ro, stay in 1994 with me" I'm one deep on my yacht 'cause I never forgot When it was a canoe, niggas ain't roll with me I'm one deep everywhere you see me at Where them ho niggas hang, I don't never be at I bet you never see me pull up, "Where the weed at?" They bring it to the house, when I run out they'll be back I'm swimming pool cool, I don't want no problem But if I get pissed off, you don't really wanna see that A stand-up guy, I'm the king of the ghetto So the throne is the only place I'ma take a seat at, yeah (hey) In the sky, so high on cloud nine (and that's alright) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine (my nigga, that's alright) In the sky, so high on cloud nine (ooh-ooh-ooh) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine (what?) In the sky, so high on cloud nine (fans rolls) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine (in this motherfucker tonight) In the sky, so high on cloud nine (hey, hey, hey, yeah) Mad hoe, but a young player staying dine (remember, right? Ooh-ooh-ooh) Listen These niggas know Fans rolls (fans rolls) Keep your motherfuckin' hands off (motherfuckin' hands off, motherfuckin' hands off)
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