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i do the most - j. stone lyrics

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[intro: j. stone]
i get the money and i do the most
i get respect in every coast
jump out the ‘rrari, hop in a ghost
go hit the jeweler, cop me some gold…

[chorus: j. stone]
yeah, i get the money and i do the most
i got respect in every coast
jump out the ‘rrari, hop in a ghost
go hit the jeweler, cop me some gold
beverly hills, go stop at the grove
blowing a bag shopping in stores
b*tches on hold, i’m talking to hov
n*gga, i come from a pot and a stove

[verse 1: j. stone]
f*ck going back to chopping up stones
you talking bout hoes, i’m talking bout goals
selling out shows, rocking my clothes
n*gga, i do it for nipsey the goat
we was broke walking, now we rich roll
all we know is get doe
yeah, all we know is get more
sh*tting on these hoes
me and kash doll in a fast car
200 on the dash bar, that’s a nascar
these rap n*ggas be talking tough
they just act hard
got lebron james on the phone
now my n*gga matt barnes, that’s facts
[chorus: j. stone]
i get the money and i do the most
i got respect in every coast
jump out the ‘rrari, hop in a ghost
go hit the jeweler, cop me some gold
beverly hills, go stop at the grove
blowing a bag shopping in stores
b*tches on hold, i’m talking to hov
n*gga, i come from a pot and a stove
i get the money and i do the most
i got respect in every coast
jump out the ‘rrari, hop in a ghost
go hit the jeweler, cop me some gold
beverly hills, go stop at the grove
blowing a bag shopping in stores
b*tches on hold, i’m talking to hov
n*gga, i come from a pot and a stove

[verse 2: kash doll]
w*w*watch me run it up
i’m talking racks, you talking bucks
i put something crazy on my wrist
you know i had to f*ck it up
all*all this gucci when i step in
hating b*tches mad as f*ck
we ain’t tripping, we just living
why you b*tches mad at us?
aye, watch me make that cake
i need it now, can’t take it late
i really work, can’t take a break ’til i see millions in my face
all*all this undercover jealousy
the “love” be really hate
you ain’t got it unless you bought it
i run up like everyday, aye
[chorus: j. stone]
i get the money and i do the most
i got respect in every coast
jump out the ‘rrari, hop in a ghost
go hit the jeweler, cop me some gold
beverly hills, go stop at the grove
blowing a bag shopping in stores
b*tches on hold, i’m talking to hov
n*gga, i come from a pot and a stove
i get the money and i do the most
i got respect in every coast
jump out the ‘rrari, hop in a ghost
go hit the jeweler, cop me some gold
beverly hills, go stop at the grove
blowing a bag shopping in stores
b*tches on hold, i’m talking to hov
n*gga, i come from a pot and a stove

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