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Patta Money flipper Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper Cup runneth over, man, but it ain't liquor He done had a green for the dill, he a pickle Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a 'sicle Ooh, that tickle My life, 'nother hood statistic, now I'm in the limelight Get your grind right, then maybe you can shine right My partner Fred almost shot a cop, that's a blind night I remember cold nights, cheap cheese in a jail cell Why you talk behind my back? I'm livin' in a real hell How a simple dope salе turn into a murder jackin'? 'Cause them streets, man, anything, it can happеn Thirty rounds, walk up bustin' 'cause they know you packin' Put your trust in a gun, oh, you really slackin' Pray to God every day, he put that good in me I keep two hitters on the road, that's the hood in me But the hood good if my intentions not wrong Ten percent go to God first, now my money long Whatsoever a man think, then so is he If you say you ain't gon' make it, then it's gon' be Money flipper Letras de cancionesIce around my neck shine like the Big Dipper Cup runneth over, man, but it ain't liquor He done had a green for the dill, he a pickle Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a 'sicle Ooh, that tickle My life, 'nother hood statistic, now I'm in the limelight Get your grind right and get your shine right (Ooh) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Yes, sir, ayy Once you get your mind right, you can get your money right Once you got your money right, you can do what you want in life Always get the money, 'cause the grind never stoppers Water on my wrist, need a janitor to mop it up Chronicles of Juicy J, you should go and cop that book Man, I miss puttin' money in my mama pocketbook Me and Pat can make it out the trap, you can too Givin' up the saddest thing I ever seen a man do The hustle gon' continue, I'm sellin' out the venue I'm meeting with investors, that mean beef ain't on the menu Water 'round my neck is like the deep blue sea Not the wings, but we dippin' once we get the blue cheese What the fuck a nigga mean? Money flipper Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper (Yeah, tell 'em, Pat) Cup runneth over, man, but it ain't liquor (Yeah) He done had a green for the dill, he a pickle Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a 'sicle Ooh, that tickle (Yeah) My life, 'nother hood statistic, now I'm in the limelight Get your grind right and get your shine right (Ooh) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Get your grind right and get your shine right (Get your shine right) Ooh, ooh Boy From Letras Mania