[Intro: Richard Pryor]
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Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business
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A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know
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And Im really happy about it
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And Im not bragging, I just wanna say something
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I make a so—fuck, its ridiculous
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But wait, wait a minute, wait a minute
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Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go home and say
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“Dad, I wanna tell you how much money I made”
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You know what hed say? “Yous a lying motherfucker
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Joe Louis didnt make that much money
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Come in here, get your ass out the house
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Coming here with that bullshit,” hah
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[Verse 1]
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Niggas hating on me, I aint used to that
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Know a couple people wanna shoot for that
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I say “No, no, no, chill, it aint no need for that”
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Them niggas tryna blow and aint need me for that
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And if it work for them, well shit, Im cool with that
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‘Cause how they feel, I aint got shit to do with that
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I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack
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And trip off how much bread them crackers take from that
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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Its been a long time since I have felt this way
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About something but now, but now
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Im controlling my mind, the days are warm
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The nights are cold, the lost is found, Im found
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Lord knows I need something to fill this void
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Lord knows I need something to fill this void
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Lord knows I need something to fill this void
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Lord knows I need something to fill this void
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[Interlude]
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Hell yeah boy, Im a goddamn millionaire now
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Hell yeah, nigga, they cant tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
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Bitch, got my first motherfuckin million dollar check nigga
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Im goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hell
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Hold up, its my phone real quick, its my Unc
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Uncle Sam and shit
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“Whats up Unc? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was coming in, I gotchu when it came in. Goddamn, Im a man of my word. Goddamn, I told you Ima have it, and goddamn, Ima have it for you. Hell, shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half? Half nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch, you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit dont make sense
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Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I aint been convinced
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I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
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But my niggas barely graduate, they aint got the tools
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Maybe cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
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Get spent hirin some teachers that dont look like them
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And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I spend
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Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skin
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One thing about the men thats controlling the pen
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That write history, they always seem to white-out they sins
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Maybe well never see a black man in the White House again
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Ill write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
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Damn, do I even have a say bout where its goin?
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Some older nigga told me to start votin
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I said “Democracy is too fuckin slow”
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If Im givin yall this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
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Better yet, let me decide, bitch, its 2018
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Let me pick the things Im funding from an app on my screen
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Better that than letting wack congressman Ive never seen
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Dictate where my money go, straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns that circulate the country And then wind up in my hood, making bloody clothes
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Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
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From the concrete, he was prolly rose
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Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother
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He did good at the white man schools unlike his brother
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Who was lost in the streets all day, not using rubbers
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So right now, he got two on the way
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Still sleep on covers in his mama house
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She cant take this shit no more, she want him out
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On the morning of the funeral, just as shes walking out
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Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
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She remember that she gotta file her taxes, damn
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[Chorus]
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