| Oh, hope that money don’t change you
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| Oh-oh-oh, hope that money don’t change you
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| All that pain, we remain cool
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| It’s a shame what that fame do
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| Feed your fam and just stay humble, mmh
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| Got a check, got me flossing on my worst day
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| Got some diamonds, water water if you thirsty
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| Got a pint, quarter pound, this a
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| Young Gunna Gunna drippin' feng shui
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| Gave your bitch a hundred, didn’t have no change
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| Dolce and Gabanna with some cliff frames
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| Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause my wrist blang
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| AP game, whippin' big things
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| When I’m in UK I fuck real tings
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| They hate to see you smile when your grill bling
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| I’m ballin', I have fun like the little league
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| You niggas gangrene, them racks can’t change me
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| Oh, hope that money don’t change you
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| Oh-oh-oh, hope that money don’t change you
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| All that pain, we remain cool
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| It’s a shame what that fame do
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| Feed your fam and just stay humble, mmh
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| Talking to my cousin through the wall
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| Know they’re waiting on my downfall
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| They keep calling, getting the dialtone
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| I don’t want to talk at all
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| You was hating 'fore I made it
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| You don’t want me to see greatness
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| I don’t want to share relations, nah
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| I don’t want to shake your hand at all
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| We all the same, my niggas plan to ball
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| It’s forever fuck the law, I forever rock G-Raw
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| Today you ran into a star, yeah
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| I might say drip in ever bar, yeah
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| I won’t trade this shit at all
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| Oh, hope that money don’t change you
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| Oh-oh-oh, hope that money don’t change you
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| All that pain, we remain cool
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| It’s a shame what that fame do
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| Feed your fam and just stay humble, mmh |