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My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huhEverythin' you want you don't needAnd don't believe everythin' you readAnd only have what you seeI said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly have what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, oohIt's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walkWe're goin' to walk, wall to wallMy money's stacked up, wall to wallMy shows' packed up, wall to wallHer ass stepped up, wall to wallGot my money up, we, we're goin' to walkClear view, dark tintsHustle by the park benchWhite top, blue topsNiggas I don't call friends('Til they called it love)Called my niggas, grabbed their hammersSongtexte('Bout to go to war)Prices on your head, I'm a spend itEverythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in itOn my son, I was in it, I was in itDirty money, ten chains, I be shinin', I ain't meant itI'm shinin' every minuteSoft to the hard rock, Hard Rock CasinoMe and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtopI done counted ten mills whenever I dropMe and Chinx poppin' bottles out on ?I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly have what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, oohIt's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walkWe're goin' to walk, wall to wallMy money's stacked up, wall to wallMy shows' packed up, wall to wallHer ass stepped up, wall to wallGot my money up, we, we're goin' to walkFrozen fish scale, you better go to IshmaelTiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grillNot's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fairStay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shitEnough money to slum kids, kings will pillowsLeave your body, yo, under the dumpstersTake money suitcases, bracelets and cake mixCome out the hole, this is weight flakesSo much bread, we build lead housesRun in the shed, seen dead thousandsFaces, we call 'em big nosesFlashin' in the farmer shit, grubbed up niggas is wastedI don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly have what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, oohIt's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walkWe're goin' to walk, goin' to walkMy money's stacked up, wall to wallMy shows' packed up, wall to wallHer ass stepped up, wall to wallGot my money upYo, whip my feet upGettin' manicures in a zap and spectacular visualsNiggas be camera phonin' up my movementEverythin' we do to sit and take precedentsWhile we go stackin' proceduralsNiggas starvin' to know just how we do itAbsolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximumDifficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra'Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in AfricaWe in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for picturesPhone'd have me speak with holograms when I'm buildin' with bitchesAnd then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishesLike I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missilesFuck it, decided to blow and Em just bein' sillyWith a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billiAnd for the five percent with the signs and 'em ones that really get meI got a lot to do with civilizin' account and I'm busyI don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly have what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, oohIt's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walkWe're goin' to walk, wall to wallMy money's stacked up, wall to wallMy shows' packed up, wall to wallHer ass stepped up, wall to wallGot my money up, we, we're goin' to walkSalute, saluteYeahMontana, what up, baby?Word up, you know what it is, my niggaLouis Rich right here, babyYeah, get itYou know what this is, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania