| I just bought a new watch, with street money
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| I just bought a new drop, with street money
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| I just bought a new Glock, with street money
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| Every street nigga move blocks, for street money
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| I just bought a new chain, with street money
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| I just bought a new Range, with street money
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| I just bought a new plane, with street money
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| Every street nigga move caine, for street money
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| I you ain’t winnin, nigga change your team
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| Shit I’m really livin, it ain’t a dream
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| The chain’ll gleam, since the beginning I’ll reign supreme
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| The Range’ll beam ??? |
| Cops a chase
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| Got some shooters that’ll pop your face
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| Leave your body in a rotten place
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| See that Bugatti, now I got the taste
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| Pockets laced, think they run Harlem, but thats not the case
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| Dedicated to every honey and every girl we date
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| Gettin money is my worldly faith, to the pearly gates
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| Scrooge McDuck, I ain’t trynna lose a buck
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| Big diamond jewels in this truck
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| Get outta line and you’ll get stuck
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| A-Mafia run the city, watches a 150
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| These niggas can not do nothing with me |
| I just bought a new watch, with street money
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| I just bought a new drop, with street money
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| I just bought a new Glock, with street money
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| Every street nigga move blocks, for street money
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| I just bought a new chain, with street money
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| I just bought a new Range, with street money
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| I just bought a new plane, with street money
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| Every street nigga move caine, for street money
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| While these haters hate, I’m trynna get my paper straight
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| I love my nigga so much, if he get bust i’mma take the weight
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| Jumpin out the truck with the paper plates
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| What up ma? |
| You wanna fuck? |
| Just make the date
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| Call me when you ready boo, I got some homies and they heavy too
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| I wanna do everything you gon let me do
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| I sure you already knew how my click get down
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| Flippin bricks and pounds
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| When you broke, only real bitches stick around
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| You the type to get released from jail, flee and bail
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| On the same chick that sent you everything that eat in mail
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| Maybe he a frail?
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| This for niggas with Keys to sell, who be eatin well
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| I just bought a new watch, with street money |
| I just bought a new drop, with street money
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| I just bought a new Glock, with street money
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| Every street nigga move blocks, for street money
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| I just bought a new chain, with street money
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| I just bought a new Range, with street money
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| I just bought a new plane, with street money
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| Every street nigga move caine, for street money
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| Where I’m from you better bring steel, cause they let them things peel
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| Got some wild niggas on my team out in Springfield
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| Wanna sign me? |
| I need a king deal, ring chill
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| Being broke is like Howard Burd with no wing feel, can’t fly
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| Yall niggas get no respect, my niggas holding checks
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| Leave bitches soaking wet, chickens from our cold connect
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| Coppin raw, pop the four at your top endure
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| Fuck with Gotti, and with your body he gon mop the floor
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| The gat shoot, stack blue, Nike track suit
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| When I was broke these bitched used to act cute
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| Now they wanna top me and bone, Versace cologne
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| Rockin these stones, coppin these homes
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| I just bought a new watch, with street money
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| I just bought a new drop, with street money |
| I just bought a new Glock, with street money
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| Every street nigga move blocks, for street money
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| I just bought a new chain, with street money
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| I just bought a new Range, with street money
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| I just bought a new plane, with street money
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| Every street nigga move caine, for street money |