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We got them diamonds straight glossing now we know how to shine
We got them hits steady rocking, yeah the radios mine
We got them magazine covers read the article line
We got the whole club poppin' cause we stay on our grind
See we done came up
(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper?
We gon' do it again
See we done came up
(now why ya hatin') Now why you trippin' on the paper? Yeah!

Hey, if its on, then its on
I'm poppin' like Perion, congratulations the haters Im rocking like the Ramons
The topic of every own, got paper like Eddie Long
Try to put down in my set, you get the past Ellie Owe
I never would have made it if the bucket never fell
Cause there's rap headquarters in the ghetto everywhere
Turned nothing into something, then I do a hell yeah
Went from syke's to nike's, gucci one-hundred pair
Fruits on my label Josephine Baker that alpha male
You can be greater too if the jealous take off the veil
Sippin' on lady good might convince me to go to jail
Elevated my loot up in Africa with Chapel
I used to be the joke of conversations in the past
But now they get a dose of Flo Rida poppin' them bands
The hood crowd, I hope now its Styrofoam in the glass
I can see it my eyes, these bitches is really mad

See we done came up
(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper?
We gone do it again, (Hey!)
See we done came up,
(now why ya hatin') So why you trippin' on the paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yeah!

The hood ain't been the same since the Old Gs died
Some locked away doing life
Me as young nigga, I'm gettin' mine
BPs and boulders gone help me shine
Its been hot around the way, niggas ain't got discipline
Swear to God, its the world that were living in, nigga
Bullshit niggas cross the head

Gotta bring the work in, then want more bread
You feel me!
Let the truth be told
Remember when I used to pay 5 flat for a no
We up the first day double up in an hour
Work like a fiend damn like ?? would (freeze)

I need a boulder said
Close was the shoes
My watch was a guess
Cool water cologne, smell so fresh
The Cuban lint layin on my chest, ya feel me?!

See we done came up (ohhh)
(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper? (On our paper!)
See we done came up (came up!)
(now why ya hatin') Now why you trippin' on the paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yeah!

Haa! Imma..
Yeah, we gettin' money
My dog came and snatched a bird from me
My old lady caught me cheatin' on her with her friend
Something going on, you ain't go no ends
You must be hater you ain't got no life
I know you ain't a soldier you ain't go stripes
Something going on, what it is Brisco?!
I tell 'em bitches that I'm touchin' nosey ass no
Just know that, ya boy one-hundred
I had to show my lil whoday how to cut a onion
Open like a girl, straight like that
Hit me with a spoon, bring that back
Bring that dope, I bring that hood
I bring that good, you bring your woods
Something going on, going on right now
Them poe boys right ??

(ohh) See we done came up (came up, yay!)
(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper? (Why?)
We gone do it again
See we done came up (and again and again)
(now why ya hatin') Now why you trippin' on the paper? (Paper, yeah!)
Know how to shine, yay
and the radio's mine

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