| Detain the boss, maybe it’s 'cause these fits that I’m getting off
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| Cardo got wings
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| Okay!
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| You niggas still lost
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| Uh
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| Tryna detain the boss, maybe it’s 'cause these fits that I’m getting off
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| Outfits, murder one, I ain’t killin' 'em soft
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| Big crib, that’s a mansion and not a loft
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| I ain’t never falling off, won’t take part in that
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| Some niggas get money, don’t know how to react
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| Ain’t a million dollars, my name ain’t on the contract
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| She ain’t a boss, you can have her back
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| I’m where her love’s at
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| Smoking out, playing my favourite songs
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| Let her hit the weed and she sing along
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| Pink diamonds, Rolex’s telling the time and if I wanna make a movie,
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| she gon' tag along
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| I ain’t one for posting and bragging
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| I’m the type to put it in my raps, you find out that most of it happened
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| You smell the smoke, you know it’s the captain
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| Bring in the bottles, I roll 'em and pass 'em
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| When I wake up in the morning
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| I’m rollin' up the weed and I’m thinking 'bout you
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| And what we gon' do
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| Yeah
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| I might take you back to my home
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| Smoke all them joints and I’m thinkin' 'bout you
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| And what we gon' do
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| I got it legalised
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| And now it’s me and my homies when I need to fly
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| My money a bigger size
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| And if she ain’t coming home tomorrow, I’m the reason why
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| For my team, down to ride, you see it in my eyes
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| 13s on the side, my trees crystallised
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| 'Bout the life to live, I ain’t missing mine
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| Leave it all for my kid
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| I can hear 'em hatin' all from the distance
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| The world’s filled with all kinds of paper, I’m tryna get it
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| Treat her so good, that she think of me when I’m finished
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| Going so hard that they just wait for the intermission
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| But I ain’t never letting up
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| Never rushing my moves
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| I just wait for them to slack off, giving me the perfect opportunity
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| Then I set 'em up
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| Chain cold as the weather in December
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| This that G.O.A.T. |
| flow, I know you’ll remember
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| When I wake up in the morning
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| I’m rollin' up the weed and I’m thinking 'bout you
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| And what we gon' do
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| Yeah
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| I might take you back to my home
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| Smoke all them joints and I’m thinkin' 'bout you
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| And what we gon' do
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I tell her what I do
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| Yeah
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| I tell her what I do, do
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| Yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do |