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[Chorus] Fresh, rollin in my caddy nigga, got my smith and wess Feeling so nice, bubbly so right Burning on the kush, do it all night Money is a must, fucking with them hoes Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold Got to get the full, got to get the dough Sitting all high, riding on the low Get money, baby [Verse 1: Birdman] I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel I'm so high, I got the hard knock from the feel For real nigga, ride around with the still That's how I live, nothing changed, how I bill How I was built, the life of s struggler Got the game nigga, so the money was that hustle I see moms want new shoes Moms gotta give everything she want to [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Don't make me a villain, is it aching as sinning Bathing naked in the winter Tryina taste me a million Me and bird had a vision, tryina stay out of prison Gun charge, I don't bug, gotta make a decision Flooded the audemar, I bought another car I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large I'm looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck When I was at the bottom, staring at the top It was easy then, they didn't see me then Now they see me selling dvd's for these dividends The bricks built wallstreet, looking for that H, I'm straight Just call me the boss [Chorus] Fresh, rollin in my caddy nigga, got my smith and wess Feeling so nice, bubbly so right Burning on the kush, do it all night Money is a must, fucking with them hoes Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold Got to get the full, got to get the dough Sitting all high, riding on the low Get money, baby [Verse 3: Birdman] Nigga I'm in the caddie out the hela chopper 2 choppers nigga and it won't stop us I hear em popping off at the mouth But money, money pops at the mouth We keep the work in the trash can Keep the garbage bag full with the cash man Keep the tool nigga just to rule 5 star g break em down nigga don't do And stay up like a high jet So high, so high nigga, what's next So we're feeling when we come down Shit down nigga represent uptown Uptown flashing my shit, red bandana for the dead and another clip Split nigga never change that, hunned stacks in the cash bag nigga like that Duffle bag full, come through nigga Bitches know the game so they want too nigga Floss my shit nigga clip another bitch Up in the morning nigga hustle for the licks [Chorus] Fresh, rollin in my caddy nigga, got my smith and wess Feeling so nice, bubbly so right Burning on the kush, do it all night Money is a must, fucking with them hoes Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold Got to get the full, got to get the dough Sitting all high, riding on the low Get money, baby