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    DJ Melo-Mix / Lyrics

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    "Been There, Done That" Lyrics

    DJ Melo-Mix feat. Dr. Dre

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    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]
    I been there - been there
    Done that - done that
    You got guns? - we got guns...
    Yo, I got straps - we got straps...
    A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
    Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth...
    No question, it's all about the D - O - E
    So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree
    Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
    Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
    Since way back I've been collecting my fee
    With the 48-tracks and the M - I - C
    Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea
    It's worth eight, but I only paid five point three
    Worldwide, got the triple beam, I slide
    Listenin' to yo demo in a stretch limo
    It's how I ride - cartel style
    Full, stacked to the max now
    A million-dollar smile, people wonder how
    'Dre Day' every day. Trips to Montiego Bay
    With more chips than Frito Lay
    Flossed jewels in a tire, ain't nuthin' fly
    Straight or illegal - it's still the root of all evil...
    Coz...

    [Chorus]

    Young black Rockerfeller. Hell, a swiss and mozarella
    Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller
    'Cause a fool and his dough soon split
    So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'
    Ladies, get your paper too
    Don't expect for no man to support you
    Keep it true
    'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the pesos
    My woman is independent, makin' dough by the case loads
    I'ma keep buildin'... make it killing
    Kick back, relax, and grow old with my millions
    That's where it's at. You got drama, I got the gat
    But we're both black so I don't want to lay you flat
    Instead let's get paper, while it's paper to get
    Private Jet, 600 coupes that I runs if...
    I'm livin' on another level that why'all ain't been yet
    Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet...

    [Chorus:]

    This is for the millionaires
    Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin'
    Honeys start to stare
    'Cause game is money and money is game
    And broke brothers make the forty five flame with no shame
    Now many people die over these dead green guys
    Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise
    It's the root of all evil and sins
    Yet and still it makes the world go around
    Like my twenty-inch rims...
    Moolah why'all
    Platinum plaques cover my walls
    Grindin', diamonds shinin', and without one flaw
    Get the cash, the grass, the ass will bounce
    Luciano and all amounts, that's all that counts 'cause...
    I been there...
    And done that...
    Been there, done that...
    The aftermath!
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Andre Young, James Anderson, Stephen Anderson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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