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Playaz Circle Album


Supply & Demand (10/30/2007)
10/30/2007
1.
Dear Mr. L.A. Reid
2.
#1 Trap Pick
3.
Duffle Bag Boy (feat. Lil Wayne)
4.
Betta Knock (feat. Ludacris)
5.
Paper Chaser (feat. Phonte of Little Brother)
6.
We Workin
7.
U Can Believe It (feat. Ludacris)
8.
Paint Still Wet
9.
Outlaw
10.
Gucci Bag (feat. Shawnna)
11.
Let Me Fly (feat. Streetrunner)
. . .

Dear Mr. L.A. Reid

[No lyrics]

. . .

#1 Trap Pick

[No lyrics]

. . .


(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Hook:]
If I Dont Nuthin Imma Ball
Im Countin All Day Like A Clock On The Wall
Now Go And Get Your Money Little Duffle Bag Boy
Said Go And Get Your Money Little Duffle Bag Boy Get Money
And I Aint Ever Ran From A Nigga And I
Damn Sho Aint Bout To Pick Today To Start Runnin
Look Honey I Aint Never Ran From A Nigga And I
Damn Sho Aint Bout To Pick Today To Start Runnin Get Money

[Verse 1:]
Tha Beat So Hot Tha Flow Is So Ice Cold
Walkin To The Gucci Store Honey I'm Home
I Am On My Shit I Need A Pamper On
Toilet Paper On The Side For Example Hommie
I... Get... Money
I Know You Niggas Aint Heard No Shit Like This And
While You Wishing On That Fallin Star I'm In A Foreign Car
Smoking Out With The Doors Ajar
Suede Sun Roof Hangin Out The Big Top
We Leave The Dealership Head To The Rim Shop
You Niggaz Bearly Dressin I Got Thousands Piling
Thats That Salad Dressin Im On My Thousand Island
Wildin... Stylin... I Be I Get So Much Money Its My I.D
Dont Try Me And If I Dont Do Nuthin Ima Fuckin Ball
And I Aint Bout To Start Runnin Nawl Nigga Nawl

[Hook:]
If I Dont Nuthin Imma Ball
Im Countin All Day Like A Clock On The Wall
Now Go And Get Your Money Little Duffle Bag Boy
Said Go And Get Your Money Little Duffle Bag Boy Get Money
And I Aint Ever Ran From A Nigga And I
Damn Sho Aint Bout To Pick Today To Start Runnin
Look Honey I Say I Aint Never Ran From A Nigga And I
Damn Sho Aint Bout To Pick Today To Start Runnin Get Money

[Verse 2:]
Aint Nuthin To A Boss We Ballin When You See Us
We Hear Them Hataz Callin They Too Far Off To See Us
Unless They Got They Glasses On Get Your Bifocal Game
Class Is Now In Session Now Try To Stay Focus Mane
Your Boy Aint Good Enough Style Aint Hood Enough
Would've Could've Should've Wont Do With Us True Enough
Need A Hoe Break A Hoe Never Nuthin New To Us
Turnin Hoes To House Wives Never Been Cool With Us
Soon Enough All These Dealers Are Gonna Catch Up
Till Then Fuck It I'm Winnin So Ima Stack Up
Flows Like A River Tha Current Is So Rapid
Hit With The Wrachet Thats How Shit Happens
Next Time You're Yappin Make Sure It Be About That Big Money Talk
Let That Lil Money Walk Call Me What You Want But Dont Call Me For Front
Southside I Got Wut U Want Come Holla At Me

[Hook x2]

. . .

Betta Knock

[No lyrics]

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(feat. Phonte (of Little Brother) )

[Chorus: Phonte]
I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars
(They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
(They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser

[Tity Boi:]
They wanna know where my name from, where I came from
Where I Florian Champagne dunn
Arm & Hammer grammar, campaign on it
Propane slang, put the flame on it
I was so hungry, I could eat a house
Then shit it out, til I figured out a different route
I'm tryna get clout, cash and a Black card.
So now even my pool got a backyard
Now it's time to fast-forward, speed up the process
I'm so fresh, I could fuck her off my outfit
Ridin in the cockpit, ridin with the top back
Ridin on some butt-nicks, ridin they say, "What's that? "
... A fancy car
Or a big tit, I hang with the stars.
[overlapping first line of chorus] I got money.

[Chorus]

[Dolla Boy:]
Life as a trap star, switched to a rap star
Livin on the fast lane, like I'm in a NASCAR
Switched up the game on 'em, keep it in the carry-on
Out of state travelin, traffickin
Travelin to Golden Isle, fuckin with the Africans
Two G's less what averagin, averagin
Don't blame me baby, I'm just my daddy's son
Know when he shot off, didn't think that I'll be shot out
Or show-off who show out and showboat when hoes out
Who know bout them knowbouts, once in ain't no outs
My buddy had the block lockdown, it was his
Now he in the cellblock lock doin ten
It's bad for the biz, but still we gotta get cheese
Butchu don't care about that, you just care about me
You don't wanna hold dough, you just wanna hold me
But shawty when you hold me, you hold me for me
It cain't be cause...

[Chorus]

[Dolla Boy:]
It's all about the riches, nuttin else
You want it, go get it, strive for the best
I drink from the top shelf, flights in the first class
Hunnid on the freeway, hope a nigga don't craaaash.
Cause if I might, I'm gon miss my play comin thew' tonight
Twenty-fo' for them hoes, fangs hope they bite
But, in spite, we love life

[Tity Boi:]
Started from the bottom on the way to the top
From ashy, to classy, to flashy
Money is my motivation that moves ME
I feel GOOD, I'm just tryna do me!
And if thangs right tonight, I might do three
Cause last night, I did two, who?
Sanaa Lathan, Gabrielle Union
I'm just foolin; I paid my dues and I live like the movies

[Chorus]

[computer woman voice:]
"Niggers act, like they cain't see what another nigga been through
And don't give 'em no credit for surviving his battles
But I say, 'Fuck 'em – look at me now bitches! '"

. . .

We Workin

[No lyrics]

. . .

U Can Believe It

[No lyrics]

. . .

Paint Still Wet

[No lyrics]

. . .

Outlaw

[No lyrics]

. . .

Gucci Bag

[No lyrics]

. . .

Let Me Fly

[No lyrics]

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