Paper, Scissors, Rock (feat. Big Sean & Timbaland)

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One time for B.I.G
 Wave a finger front to back
 I ain't gotta tell you where i'm from, you see it on my cap
 501's on my leg
 Polo men on my tee
 Jordan aint no kiddin me
 But I keep 'em on my feet
 I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T
 With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G
 Something just like me
 Buy and sell Gucci
 I like them girls in Louis V
 Red bottoms Lue B's
 Two fingers to the G's
 What it is, what it be
 If you ballin' rasie ya bottom and yell "FREE TUNECHI"
 Free, Free Tunechi
 Till they free Tunechi
 I'm Q-Vision in the club
 Watch me make a movie
 I got money, money my problem (Le'Goo)
 Love doin' math so it's money I'm solvin'
 Never. ever stoppin', but these niggas steady coppin'
 So I'm ugly with the money
 Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin
 F**k them other haters cuz I'm down for my n****s
 I got money in my pockets so there's no room for ya digits
 I be in and outta state, err'day a different place
 And I be hittin' home runs while you still on second base
 Ya boy be poppin' them bottles of Rozay,
 F**kin' models in every single damn way
 No offense to ugly women but I need a pretty face
 If you skinny or eat plenty it don't matter either way
 Cuz I'ma get it, hit it, quit it then I pass you off to Jae... Millz
 Speed racer on the track call me Hot Wheels
 Them bullets long like fries, get a Happy Meal
 Black Card, Red Chucks, Batman & Robin
 Spider-man eatin' up the moeny, Green Goblin
 [ x2
 I got money, money my problem
 Love doin' math so it's money I'm solvin'
 Never. ever stoppin', but these niggas steady coppin'
 So I'm ugly with the money
 Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin
 Till I die I'm uptown and dead prezzys what I'm countin' in
 Cut milli-mountsins, n***a what you know about 'em
 So Harlem 'till I go
 F**k a stylist, I be stylin'
 Comin' down 125th, paper plated drop wildin'
 He sreamin' till it's easy, love me or leave me
 For New York Free Remy and for YM Free Weezy
 Me and C.Breezy, Chubby Chuck TZ's
 We on that cherry carpet while you watchin' us on TV
 Trust me I'm mountain clean, if the boy in my regime
 On stage im poison, Hot Tub Time Machine
 Yeah, Yeah
 The all doubtin' but they favorite slouchin'
 And all I got for these n****s is flames, douse 'em
 Who wan' test me, get off the express way
 This is not an Esther, n****s it's an XJ
 Swag freakin' American, tatted like an ese
 Take your ass directly to the morgue is what my chest say
 Yes Jay, yes Jay, stunt like Harlem taught ya
 My diamonds stupid bright, Violet Ultra
 They all counted me out
 They thought Millz was over
 But look who's talkin' now mother f**kas, John Travolta
 [ x2
 I got money, money my problem (Le'Goo)
 Love doin' math so it's money I'm solvin'
 Never. ever stoppin', but these niggas steady coppin'
 So I'm ugly with the money
 Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin

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Duration
03:44
Key
9
Tempo
111 BPM

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