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Plies

"50 Grand Short (The Calm Before the Storm)"

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (Sampled)]
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught

[Verse 1: Plies]
And all the niggas I looked up to done gone Fed
And all the niggas I admired had picked bread
And I was taught that a real nigga don't beg
And these streets were never designed for the scared
The niggas who got real paper, they done took a chance
So if you're on your dick, you better not show your hand
Nigga told me I can't sell dope forever
I told that nigga I don't wanna hear shit from a broke nigga
'Cause in these streets, if you're broke, you're in the way, nigga
Fuck what you heard, I'm trying to get rich in a today, nigga
So don't talk to me about it if it don't pay, nigga
Money excite me, not hoes, okay, nigga?
And how I feel, if you're broke, you deserve to be
'Cause it's too many ways out here to get cheese
And ain't nothing come to a nigga that's sleep but a dream
And I ain't sleeping, you can put that on everything

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (Sampled)]
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught

[Verse 2: Plies]
Give me a pot, a fork, and 28 grams
And I'll show you fuck niggas who I really am
'Cause when you know something, your wrist gets you out of a jam
Told myself I'll never work for the white man
'Cause a nine-to-five wasn't part of my plan
I'ma stay in the streets and get it how I can
And I'ma either be rich, nigga, or in the pen
'Cause when it's 'bout that paper, nigga, I'm all in
I got choppers, nigga, so I don't need friends
Rather kill myself before I get a job
'Cause these crackers work a nigga too hard
Rather buy mine soft and make it hard
It ain't the hand you was dealt, it's how you play your cards
But when you're broke, nigga, it's hard to believe in God
To us street niggas, it's all about money and cars
But you leave money out here or you can [?]

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (Sampled)]
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught

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