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Mad In France

rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit Southside?s up in this bitch Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope I did play the block, now I play on boats In the south of France

you be them niggaz who fuckin' album flop You know, boat done sank and it ain't left the dock C'mon, mad 'cause I'm hot, he just mad 'cause he not You

[chorus] [Mike Jones] See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave they talk shit they just mad

your money up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just

My eyes are brown and green and blue My name is Jack and Fred My name's Amanda Sue I'm called Kareem Abdul My name is you I live in southern France

you Eros, the way to Paris I don't care if it's far I'll be bad (I'll be bad) I'll be mad (I'll be mad) I'll be crazy as Paris can be They'll

you enter the Lord's house of prayer Bow down and say it M B P because I'm your Money Boss Player I got mad bonanza money marks franc and yen Enough

It's happenin' in Tokoyo It's happenin' in France Sometimes in their underware They only wanna dance They're gettin' bored in Singapore And causin' quite

it's Topsy Turvy Day Come one, come all Hurry, hurry, here's your chance See the mystery and romance Come one, come all See the finest girl in France