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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
[Hook]
[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?
[Hook]
[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...
[Hook]
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