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    Amil - That's Right
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    This how I creep on ya asses
    See how the beat is building I creep on your asses
    Just blaze
    Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean
    Uh uh, jigga man, ya heard
    Amillion, ya heard
    Rocafella, ya heard
    The dynasty, let's go

    All my ladies
    That's right
    You pop cris
    That's right
    You a hot bitch
    That's right
    Make that nigga trick
    That's right

    Get that dough ma
    That's right
    Let 'em know ma
    That's right
    Soon as you learn how da drive
    Make 'em put you in a five mommie

    Yo, you got dough
    That's right
    Let it show
    That's right
    If the money's slow
    That's right
    You know the rest yo
    Buck, buck, buck

    For my thug niggas
    Yeah
    Bust a slug niggas
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck that get money
    Bitch
    Show love, niggas

    Jigga man got Grammys so grams, cops cannot stand me
    Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties
    Big man on campus, six sedan
    Over 100 million made niggas shipped and scanned

    Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big pac
    Banging that big punch, poppin' my big gun quick
    Run duck as soon as the gun bust
    Forget where I'm from be coughin' ya lungs up

    Robbin Hood in the big truck, pickin' the bums up
    I never know when I can be down on my dumb luck
    But the flow so tough I've been beatin' the drums up
    Been hot so long like I'm heatin' the sun up

    Wanna come up ones as I'm beggin' niggas to run up
    So I can take this heat and bang you ta next summa
    Number one rapper dippin' mo mos'
    Don't make me come press ya wit' this fo fo, nigga

    Ladies
    That's right
    You pop cris
    That's right
    You a hot bitch
    That's right
    Make that nigga trick
    That's right

    Get that dough ma
    That's right
    Let 'em know ma
    That's right
    Soon as you learn how da drive
    Make 'em put you in a five mama

    Yo, you got dough
    That's right
    Let it show
    That's right
    If the money's slow
    That's right
    You know the rest yo
    Buck

    For my thug niggas
    Right
    Bust a slug niggas
    Right
    Fuck that get money
    Right, right
    Show love, niggas
    That's right

    Amillion make allota tricks
    Hop skip
    The hottest whip
    Copped it
    Prada shit
    Rocked it
    Got the cris
    Pop it

    Can ma spit
    Locked it
    The roca clique
    Got us
    Like Jane's cartoon's
    Get props for props too

    Give you something you can feel
    Can't keep still
    Tryin' ta see Amil
    Dollar, dollar bills
    Five inch heels
    Bitches wanna grill
    Me and my labelmates
    Be makin' these cats hate

    Oh, come, come now
    Wanna know where I'm from now
    Her's a little run-down
    Bk ta uptown
    Pockets kinda plump now
    Haters get the thumbs down
    No need for all that, I never keep small stacks

    Alright y'all lights out
    Floss with the ice out
    Brag with the price out
    Red I flights out
    Overseas hideout
    More inside out
    My bitches time to slide out
    It's ladies night out

    All my ladies
    That's right
    You pop cris
    That's right
    You a hot bitch
    That's right
    Make that nigga trick
    That's right

    Get that dough ma
    That's right
    Let 'em know ma
    That's right
    Soon as you learn how da drive
    Make 'em put you in a five mama

    Yo, you got dough
    That's right
    Let it show
    That's right
    If the money's slow
    That's right
    You know the rest yo
    Buck

    For my thug niggas
    Right
    Bust a slug niggas
    Right
    Fuck that get money
    Right, right
    Show love, niggas
    That's right

    It's roc-a-wear, nigga
    I got clothes, stop it, I got hoes
    Black, Asian, Malaysian, Spanish mulattoes
    Look, I got whips, 4 dot 6, 6 drop shits
    Bentley cop pits

    While y'all pop shit
    Any nigga that tell you money
    Is the root of all evil ain't got shit
    You a lying bitch, you rather live poor
    I rather die rich, 'nough said

    Mami girl, keep the doo rag
    You know bag and shoes match
    Get niggas for a few stacks
    Quick to run through that
    Broke niggas boo that
    Bought my whole crew rap
    The record I don't play around, bitch I lay it down

    Shit, I only roll wit'
    Those who can go get
    6 double 0 whips
    Niggas that tips
    Ice had ya hoes trip
    Daddy, let ya dough flip
    Fuck with loose thugs
    Go collect them dubs

    All my ladies
    That's right
    You pop cris
    That's right
    You a hot bitch
    That's right
    Make that nigga trick
    That's right

    Get that dough ma
    That's right
    Let 'em know ma
    That's right
    Soon as you learn how da drive
    Make 'em put you in a five mama

    Yo, you got dough
    That's right
    Let it show
    That's right
    If the money's slow
    That's right
    You know the rest yo
    Buck

    For my thug niggas
    Right
    Bust a slug niggas
    Right
    Fuck that get money
    Right, right
    Show love, niggas
    That's right
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