3 Grams Mike Jones

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[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

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