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Verse 1
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It ain't about all that yang -yang
E
Brothers be talkin' and steady poppin'
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Runnin' they game as they
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continue bitch -hoppin'
Some hoes is stupid,
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lettin' niggas buck him
Puttin' up they checks
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just so they can fuck him
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And they ain't even gettin' paid
in the thick of shit
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Lettin' niggas take they money,
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now that's some stupid shit
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But you'll never catch me in the crossfire
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Takin' care of a nigga,
I ain't no dick buyer
If he ain't doin' nothin' for me,
then bye, baby
E
Gettin' juiced by a nigga,
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are you fuckin' crazy?
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That type of shit went out in 86
And even back then,
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I wasn't down with that fuckin' mix
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If you wanna be my man,
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you gotta do it for me
Plain and simple, G
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Fm
It's all about that pay
Ain't, ain't tryin' to get
Ain't, ain't tryin' to get
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To make it sim ple,
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juicin' ain't no kinda hobby
F#
I make my own money,
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and I don't need nobody
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Tellin' me where to go
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and who to see black
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Or what I should spend my money on,
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fuck that I'm independent,
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to have a man is my choice
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To put it plainer, I got to have my own voice
E
I laugh because I find it funny
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Niggas always talkin' bout bitches
that sell for the money
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F#
Now ain't that a bitch?
Cause on that same tip,
some niggas out to get rich
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Because they too goddamn lazy to work,
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But choice, you take it for a ride
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No way, you better act like you know how
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Fm
It's all about that pay
F#
Bitches got they niggas
lookin' better than they look
On this topic,
I could write a fuckin' book
Don't you know in this world
that it's ladies first?
So keep your motherfuckin' hand
out a bitch's purse
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Tellin' me that you need a new peck jaw
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New ties for your car, that ain't my jaw
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New shirt, new slacks,
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new this and that
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To set you straight, motherfuck,
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you need to face the facts
E
Tellin' me you need a coat
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for your wardrobe
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If I got to bother, motherfucker,
Cause you ain't wrote no
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motherfuckin' rap song
You heard pipe dreams,
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now it seems you wanna bone
And your niggas,
E
they're supposed to be
pumpin' dope
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Thinkin' that you made it
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because you got a gold rope
Frontin', motherfucker,
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you need to park it
Ropes come a dime a dozen
at the flea market.
You can't fool me.
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No, not this time.
Listen to the rhyme
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It's all about that pay
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