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Mike Jones
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3 Grams (GMix)
[Intro - Mike Jones:] Money Train My life High life Mike Jones (Who?)
[Hook - Mike Jones:] Three grams in my Swisher, nigga Went from bein' broke to bein' a rich nigga
[Verse 1:] Yo, hold up Three grams in a Swisher, nigga If it ain't 'bout the money, get up out my [?]nigga All these [?]call me club Godzilla, nigga Hit that Matrix when a bitch try to kiss a nigga Bendin' corners in that Benz on them inches, nigga If a bitch rollin' with me, she look exquisite, nigga Jacker run up on my window, leave him missing, nigga Make that boy disappear like a wizard, nigga Hold up. Club God I'm [?] H-Town nigga, deuce out the roof Your baby momma rollin' with me in the coupe She wanna blow a nigga like a flute Got a big, six-bedroom, house in the wilderness And I fuck your hoes in it Hold up I'm from H-Town, bitch That ain't no slab if it ain't got no 84's with it Hold up
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[Verse 2:] Three grams in my Swisher, nigga Went from bein' broke to bein' a rich nigga 'Member me instead, goin' half on a nick', nigga Now, I'm only rollin' up ape's out the zip, nigga Higher than a clip, nigga Tryin' catch a play or a lick Cause a broke nigga never did shit, nigga No need for favors, I ain't ask my neighbor Tellin' all them labels, 'I ain't signin' shit', nigga Called up Skip He said he just got in some piff And he had a good deal on the [?], nigga OK fo' sho' I'm on the way to the sto' I'm only tryin' to smoke Ain't fitna flip, nigga Three different buds, we blow just because I swear my eyes feel tighter than a [?] It's the money train Your ass ain't got no money, man You might as well close your fuckin' lips, nigga What, motherfucka?
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[Verse 3:] Three grams in my Swisher, nigga A lot of gold [?]issue, nigga The '87 with the glass that I'm pullin' out Twenty four inches, [?]like what they talkin' 'bout Been a no limit soldier, feelin' like I'm Master P And I don't make 'em say shit, but they pay a fee I'm the dopest nigga in the motherfuckin' industry Alot of gold and tattoos got 'em feelin' me Cortez kings what these niggas really wanna be Hot boy, Cash Money, [?]a G Louisiana [?]shinin' for my nigga Snoop Cause all my nigga ever wanted was a fuckin' coupe Three grams in my Swisha, nigga Light it up and pray for it like a bishop, nigga If you ain't talking 'bout money, I don't hear shit This that three gram dope boy g-mix I keep me...
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