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Eric I'm a master (Master) Y'all should give me honorary masters (Masters) Rapper work the green just like the Masters (The Masters) The new slave talkin' like he got a master (Woop, woop) Screamin', "Free Thought" (Free thought) All the greatest legends behind bars, they really talk (They really talk) Everything I say is everything I really walk Got it for the free though if it wasn't what I really bought (I really bought) Yeah (Yeah), pigeon pose (Pigeon pose) Only way we ever, ever comin' toe to toe (Toe to toe) My Ivory Coast copper blood got me drippin' gold (Drippin' gold) Yeah, I got the juice, woo, see I'm drippin' Dole (Drippin' Dole) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) Give the homeless homies money, so they eat well (Yeah) Went and copped an Audi, gotta go and get it detailed Drive don't depreciate the value of the resale (Yeah, yeah) Still talkin' that shit in this mother like we Ezell Hold up, mothership flow, bring the funk back (Funk back) This for my young heads, my real ones and old blacks (My old blacks) SongtexteThis for my nasty niggas askin' where the hoes at? (Where the hoes?) This gon' be the break, we stop and make 'em do the soul clap Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate, hey) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas I need them dollars Run me my half or I'll put a hole in your wallet Cold case on my waist, you don't want these problems Bank called, said they runnin' out of commas, that's on my mama I'm steady mobbin', posted up 'til I reach my profit Margin, cash money, nine-nine and two thousand Hustler, don't you hear my stomach growlin'? Bitch, I'm 'bout it, I'm hungry So I need them tender greens spillin' off my plate Cash on delivery, bitch, I raise the stakes You would hate what I fuckin' make Just to pop out and I don't even show my face, oh yeah To count it all, gon' take about a minute Don't claim the gang, ho, if you know you not with it Marijuana scented, windows tinted Keep it low 'cause you know these niggas can't wait to print it, oh yeah It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas Dollars (Hey), dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate, hey) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate They said we wouldn't have shit Wouldn't last if it was up to white Jesus Niggas started to believe it, started birthin' and bleedin' it Oh, the lies y'all sold us, um This poor love of ours, this gospel we sing This little shine of mine I'm gon' let it eat me up, I'm gon' let it kill me Gon' let it fuck me up 'til I'm leanin' 'Til I'm fiendin', 'til I'm feelin' better, wow I kinda feel better now 'Cause I got it now For me, for him, for her For my grandmama who had to pick cotton And my granddaddy who got lashed at, then laughed at Who you turned your back on, who you took your turn on for massah I'm sorry, I'm kind of violent now Fuckin' tired now Don't mean to disturb your peace Just needed a little piece of what you got when I helped you out for massah Y'all got me hot now Not asking for permission, came back to see what's good now Niggas buyin' dreams by the pound, only real niggas sellin' Only real niggas feel your fear It's nice I'll frighten you It's nice l've inspired you To look, to think, to act like me Little old me? Little old me came back to say We made it Aus Songtexte Mania