| Get off my dick, let me do me
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| That’s a million bucks, every two weeks
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| I’m fuckin' on an actress, we makin' movies
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| I’m pullin' out my camera, we shootin' new scenes
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| I’m flexin' stupid on these niggas, pukin' on these niggas
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| Sippin' all this drank, Lord, I’m juicin' on these niggas
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| Got my bitch ballin' hard, Sheryl Swoopin' on these niggas
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| Mind your fuckin' business and stop googlin' on me, nigga
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| I do Tunechi on these niggas
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| Ridin' through the city with a bad bitch with me
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| She wanna know if she can bring her friends
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| But my niggas wanna know if they pretty
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| Yeah, they can tag along
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| Bet you I could tag 'em all
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| With a little loud and some alcohol
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| But I’ma pass 'em off to my niggas
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| Kick 'em out when I’m done, nigga, fuck 'em all
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| Back to the grind
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| I work so hard like I get paid overtime (Work)
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| But when I see the check come deep
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| Run up in the mall, buy the same thing three times
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| Call this foreplay
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| 'Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can hear the panties drop
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| Runnin' up a check get 'em so wet
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| Gotta ball out, call it BowFlex
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| They wanna know how I go so hard but I’m still so young
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| And I’m eatin' so good, and I’m still not done
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| No I ain’t stoppin' 'til I got it all
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| And I’m winnin' 'til it ain’t no room for losin'
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Get cash, get cars, go hard
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Nigga, I don’t ask why you do your job
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I grind sundown to sunrise
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| Don’t tell me to prove it, 'cause I might lose it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Don’t have to tell you, the grind is relentless
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Nigga, that’s my business
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| Even if you say you don’t fuck with it
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| 'Cause you know for my niggas I’ma stay down
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| Stay down, stay down
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| We never trust them bitches, better lay down
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| Lay down, lay down
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| But they never come around when the money out
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| Money out, money out
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| All the same people that ran out
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| Tryna come around for a handout
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| I woke up this mornin', dick rock hard
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| If you lookin' for your woman, she just hopped off
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| If you lookin' for some trouble, ain’t gotta look far
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| I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, «Good Lord»
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| I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, «Good God»
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| These niggas claimin' they thuggin', they know they good boys
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| My niggas call me KG, 'cause I’m the Kush God
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| And my coupe don’t need a key, I’m talkin' push start, push start
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| Ridin' and vibin', ain’t hidin', come find me
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| It ain’t hard to find me 'cause nigga I’m shinin'
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| I ain’t got to tell these boys, they know I’m shinin'
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| I ain’t got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you
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| Fuck with me right now, that’s bad timin'
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| Fatherless children and sad mommies
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| Fuck all this shit they be sayin' 'bout me
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| I’m on that sippin', too damn drowsy for that bullshit
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Get cash, get cars, go hard
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Nigga, I don’t ask why you do your job
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I grind sundown to sunrise
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| Don’t tell me to prove it, 'cause I might lose it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Don’t have to tell you, the grind is relentless
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| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
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| Nigga, that’s my business
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| Even if you say you don’t fuck with it, that’s bullshit
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| Mula baby |