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Future – Jersey Lyrics

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First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
Extendo, extendo, extendo
The clip got a whole lot of a 30
I got my clique and they represent this
Like a nigga wearin jerseys
Like a nigga wearin jerseys
I get love way in Jersey
Crime rates goin crazy, crazy
Cause my young niggas so thirsty
Couple commas, made a purchase
Caught the wave, I aint surfin
Caught the wave, I aint surfin
You do what you want when you poppin
You do what you want when you poppin
You do what you want once you cop it
You do what you want when you got it, yeah
You do what you want when you poppin
You do what you want when you got it

I be on syrup, they know it
Stack up some money then blow it
I do what I want and I spazz
Take the styrofoam, pour the syrup up

Its a dress code but it aint for us

Do what you want when you poppin, dont fold up
When Im feelin the stress then I pour up
Reppin the set like a soldier
Hop out the Bentley and roll up
I wasnt splurging on purpose
You lame niggas makin me nervous

Im keepin the banger like Im Birdie
Sip out my cup and its dirty

First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
Extendo, extendo, extendo
The clip got a whole lot of a 30
I got my clique and they represent this
Like a nigga wearin jerseys
Like a nigga wearin jerseys
Like we love wearin jerseys
Crime rates goin crazy, crazy
Cause my young niggas so thirsty
Couple commas, made a purchase
Caught the wave, I aint surfin
Caught the wave, I aint surfin
You do what you want when you poppin, yeah
You do what you want when you poppin
You do what you want once you cop it

You do what you want when you got it, yeah
You do what you want when you poppin
You do what you want when you got it

I like the smell of that money when it burn
Bitch, you know a nigga poppin, wait your turn
I make some more money, its got me delirious
When your gang gangs in the chain gang, this shit serious

I gotta maintain, Im superior, nigga
I rep the same gang on account of my niggas
We fill up two planes on account of these riches
I fuck up some loose change on account of these bitches

I be on syrup, they know it
Stack up some money then blow it
I do what I want and I spazz
Take the styrofoam, pour the syrup up
Its a dress code but it aint for us

First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
First I got married to money
Then I fell in love with that dirty
Extendo, extendo, extendo
The clip got a whole lot of a 30
I got my clique and they represent this
Like a nigga wearin jerseys
Like a nigga wearin jerseys
I get love way in Jersey
Crime rates goin crazy, crazy
Cause my young niggas so thirsty
Couple commas, made a purchase
Caught the wave, I aint surfin
Caught the wave, I aint surfin
You do what you want when you poppin

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