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One for the money, two for the hoes Three for more money - cause what else is there? One for the money (yup) two for the hoes (that's right) Three for more money - cause what else is there? Yo don't player hate me, or my tray to (?) We stay at Super 8's and break-fast at Denny's Son we run thick in Hunt Club-ness and short sets You best know we roll with blue metallic tint glasses by Revco Me and the bros go out mackin slick in matchin tracks kicks Unable to fail, when sippin on Champail and Schlitz Mad hits on the Gold Star beeper by my hip set The crib got Cecil Vinyl slipmats (what?) It's a fact my brothers do rock, the tri-colored tube socks This crew grubs on fine Aston Food Club Washin it down with Fresca, Realistic deck soundin fine Blastin through the speakers by Sound Design Charlie Red in the air; this hustler fiends for Rustler jeans wear Peeps stare at my Foto Pass and Gold Tone effects Rollin in, Yugos, Sprint Turbos and Chevettes The type of hoes I impress hair be smellin like Flex [repeat 4X] One for the money, two for the hoes Three for more money - cause what else is there? WHAT?!
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