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Wyclef:
Hey boy, don't spill my drink boy
Now listen
Everybody report to the dance floor
Hey hey hey hey
TIP: Grand Hustle homie
Hey Hey Hey Hey boy you know what it is
Hey x8

CHORUS:
I'm a real g homie tote six figures on me
Got that bentley y'all wanted
Boy you know what it is
Im way flyer my pays way higher
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
You don't like that drama
You dont want no problems
I love that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money, all I got is big money
This is all she get from me
Boy you know what it is
Hey (x6)
Boy you know what it is

VERSE 1:
The wait is over here we go again Im back in the play
Go sell another couple mil and take it back to the A
Go take that other couple mil and put it back in the safe
5 cash for the crib on the back of the lake
Im up in Crucial 2steppin, hundred stacks in a day
TI aint in the street no more is that what they say
Well then try him when you say boy you have to be great
Cause my fist hit your face your teeth they'll have to replace
As if you like your shorty Trust me it don't hurt me to take
A hundred thousand twenty Haitians get your service today

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VERSE 2:
They be sweatin when they see me Im apparently hot
Had the album of the year (that right) grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in the spot
Got 2 or better in my pocket and scrambling from cops
Now chart-toppin aint a car I ain't got
Im the number one customer at my own car lot
Ya wanna know how much I make just imagine a lot
Ya know I probably gettin more than you imagine I got
Listen closely I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespecting me you evidently forgot

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VERSE 3:
Went from the king of the south to the king of the states
Ridin in the car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much cake that I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on it for a million day
Frank Lucas aint the only one who make a million day
Boy its' an american gangsta right here in your face
You don't wanna see PSC on the scene with a K
You think youre runnin up and robbin that ain't even the case
Just because you get away that don't mean its okay
Youre a dead man walking and I mean it okay

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