| Yeah she rollling on a bean
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| Feeling everything
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| Tell me what you see
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| I’m on Billie Jean, yeah
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| Moonwalk to the scene
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| I smell like Supreme
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| Backwood with the leaves
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| Money grow on trees
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| This ain’t nothing new, this ain’t nothing new
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| I’ve read every article, this some deja vu
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| Left hand in the duffel bag, I don’t know 'bout you
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| Got a brand new Prada bag 'cause I’m proud of you
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| Dripping, I’m a faucet, I look like just how you found me
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| I feel like I’m swimming on my own, with you I’m drowning
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| Pushing limits, took a half and now I’m feeling nauseous
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| Paranoid at night, approach with caution
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| Oh I know you watching
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| Yeah she rollling on a ban
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| Feeling everything
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| Tell m what you see
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| I’m on Billie Jean, yeah
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| Moonwalk to the scene
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| I smell like Supreme
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| Backwood with the leaves
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| Money grow on trees
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| Yo
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| This that life that you all just seen
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| Living out all you little rapper boy dreams
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| bitch, pull up with the whole team
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| And she got a nice smile but the attitude mean
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| Really ain’t shit but a Tuesday
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| Yeah I made a couple mill' off a laptop, grinding since the blacktop
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| Back in the school days, bitches used to laugh how I told 'em I would cash out
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| But now I got a new wave
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| Bitch I’m doing me, I don’t really care what you say
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| But we ended up with
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| While you boys taking L after L like Cool J
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| Nowadays people too fake
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| But we laugh about it while we talk about the plan
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| Five course meals on the table for the fam
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| Loyalty will be repaid for not forgetting who I am
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| 'Cause this shit’s easy, please be-lieve me, this the way it’s gon' go
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| I’m a rockstar when I’m on that road
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| I be lowkey when I come back home
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| When I pop out, when I hop out, all black whips with some thick bad bitches and
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| some hoes
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| Better understand that’s the way shit goes
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| This independent living, fucking with a CEO
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| Yeah she rollling on a bean
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| Feeling everything
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| Tell me what you see
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| I’m on Billie Jean, yeah
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| Moonwalk to the scene
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| I smell like Supreme
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| Backwood with the leaves
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| Money grow on trees
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| Fuck out my face, I don’t got time
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| Pressure and pain, all on my spine but I don’t mind
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| Look, this ain’t nothin new, we done been through it
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| When you grinding 24/7 homie, you get used to it
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| Started broke now we ball out
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| Pillow talking, homie let 'em doubt
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| It’s the only reason that they be hating 'cause we be doing things they don’t
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| know about
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| Solid M.O.B, clocked in with some bosses
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| Spraying shots with no point, all dubs no losses ay
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| This is only the beginning, Lord forgive me 'cause I’m sinning
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| I made some promises to fam in the back of the van so I stay more than willing
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| to get to the loot so I count up this paper
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| Done with the games, I’m done with the favors
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| El Mexicano with some marijauna
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| We going and making it
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| Yeah she rollling on a bean
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| Feeling everything
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| Tell me what you see
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| I’m on Billie Jean, yeah
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| Moonwalk to the scene
|
| I smell like Supreme
|
| Backwood with the leaves
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| Money grow on trees
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| Yeah she rollling on a bean
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| Feeling everything
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| Tell me what you see
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| I’m on Billie Jean, yeah
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| Moonwalk to the scene
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| I smell like Supreme
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| Backwood with the leaves
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| Money grow on trees |