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[feat. One Chance] [Verse 1: T-Pain] Right off top money go in the air And she said it didn't matter if it go in her hair If your shoes cost a thousand then I'm blowing a pair I throw five over here and throw the rest over there Yeah, homie I done got my own shit Rollin' through your stop signs where you going bitch Holla at my nigga Boogie and Brownsville Like I done turn my New York accent Ahhhh shit! What's the deally son, really son It's the nigga Teddy Pain illy son, feel me son That's all I'm hearing when I come to the east Plus I got the beast niggas when it comes to the beast Young Fyre, Bishop Jones and especially me I cook anything that come to me especially beef Check the 6th and 7th letter of the alphabet and trust me dawg You don't wanna F with a G [Hook: One Chance] If you get money like this Throw a couple racks in the sky like this Hunnit thang up pop a bottle like this SongtexteNow errbody stop... and do the money dance [T-Pain:] And they be like... And they be like... [Verse 2:] It's alot of ways to get bread, and get doe I'm a get it till I get dead, shit no Hold out'cha palm get'cha shit read I explode on a nigga make his fit red (so-woo) What up crip what it's hitting like? Soul pound and my niggas yasimelike Errbody in the hood throw it up blah I'm a be for a while I done figured it out Got a little less wack and a little more oh my Jesus I don't care what'chu think nigga hold your thesis Tap dance on em hold my sneakers And all you niggas want piece of the pie there is no mo pizza [Hook: One Chance] If you get money like this Throw a couple racks in the sky like this Hunnit thang up pop a bottle like this Now errbody stop... and do the money dance [T-Pain:] And they be like... And they be like... Aus Songtexte Mania