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Wassup homies... let's get on with this./
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You know me dawg... I'm Dionysus./
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I get money... I buy jewelry./
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Fresh outta jail... aint no movie./
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I get my thug on... I got my shine./
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I kill every song... I bust every rhyme./
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From the cell back to the streets... I'm on my grind./
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I get money homie... every time./
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Tree trimmin up the latter... and I'm gon climb./
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Makin thirty dollars an hour, like Austin Powers./
Got my mojo, and yall hoes know, I kick these flows./
Like I got money to blow, fuck the popo, I'm Dio./
I get dough, I get dro... I'm so paid./
I get money every day./
Three hundred bucks in my pocket by noon... I'm okay./
I get more money than my baby mama's chargin me./
More money than the doctor, and my attorney fees./
I get more cash than these fuckin punkass police./
Tryna run me off the streets, but you can't stop D'./
I'm mister bad muthafucka on these forums./
Some people don't respect that, but I ignore 'em./
I'ma G'... I'ma real G'./
I mean a real G', like teenagers wanna fuck me./
But I'ma grown man, I need independance./
Some people tryda compete... they should stop pretendin./
I'ma G'... I'ma real G'./
I mean a real G', like money money money money money./
I get my swag on... I get my drink./
I smoke a cigarette... and then I think./
Damn I'm so paid... I'm so stressed./
I'm the best... Hallelujah, I'm so blessed./
Come test me, you can find me in the streets./
If you can't see me, then I'm prolly in the trees./
I get money money money./
I'm talkin bout real money./
I'm talkin bout big dolla bills, honey./
Heheh... and real shit homie, I love fightin./
Some people wonder why I even bother typin./
If I get cash like this, then why do I visit./
Perhaps to rub it into all of these punk bitches./
Who said I'd neva rise.../
Who said I couldn't rhyme.../
Who said I'd dematerialize, and fuckin die./
Well here I stand, muthafucka... I'm the man, muthafucka./
I get money... I get real money./
I'm talkin real retirement fund money./
My baby's havin fun money, and I'm keepin gun money./
I got drug money, don't do drugs but payin the thugs money./
So deep in money, I close my eyes and count dream money./
I'm so fuckin there homie, I could buy money./
And when I'm poor and lonely... I could cry money./
I rise at seven o'clock, my sun shine's money./
But it aint all lovely... I'm still me, homie./
Don't giveh fuck what niggas see on the T.V. homie./
You couldn't heal the scars./
You couldn't kill the pain./
There aint enough bars... or enough champaigne./
I stay molded, ready to unload it./
I'll fold you up, and make your body turn cold dead./
I'm so far away... most people can't relate./
I'm long distance... and yet I paper chase./
I'ma G'... on R.P.G. they call me D'./
But in the streets, I'm the capo di tutti capi./
And I hope you copy./
And I hope you rodger that./
Don't get slapped, cuz I'll piss on your Dodgers cap./
I'm in the trap... webbed up, call me Spider Man./
I quit and started again... from my retirement./
I'm on top of the world... just call it Space Jam./
Do you believe you can fly... die, blum-blam./
Die, blum-blam... die, blum-blam./
Do you believe you can fly... die, blum-blam./
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Heheheheheh./
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Wassup homies... let's get on with this./
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You know me dawg... I'm Dionysus./
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I get money... I buy jewelry./
.....
Fresh outta jail... aint no movie./
.....
I get my thug on... I got my shine./
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I kill every song... I bust every rhyme./
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From the cell back to the streets... I'm on my grind./
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And I get money homie... every time./