| We don’t fuck with cliche’s
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| I done changed my mind a little these days
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| If I hit it then it’s replay
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| Vicki secrets or baby CK fashionably late
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| But I’m balling like Pippin
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| Know that extra hour put in work stop the tripping
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| Always on the low key tell me that it isn’t
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| Long as it’s a slam ting baby Blake Griffin
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| I can hit on key remix to ignition and she
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| Never let me worry keep it cool AC
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| That’s my baby I don’t have to give it title
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| She gone make it bust bust like a rifle
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| Pull up on you like the 5−0
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| If I’m tricking Thierry Henry with the 5 hole
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| Hit you with the soul child girl Jhene Aiko
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| Then I slide unnoticed like a typo
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| Hit me like
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| On me
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| Put it on me
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| Pull up put it on me
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| Put it on me
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| Money on my mind even when you’re right beside it
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| Hit me with a text no side kick
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| I just need a girl to keep it silent
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| Phone on silent and put it on me
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| Just put it on me on me yeah
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| Just put it on me
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| You can put it on me on me yeah
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| You can put it on me
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| Just put it on me on me yeah
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| Just put it on me
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| You can put it on me on me yeah
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| You can put it on me
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| When you live my life these drugs the only thing thats pure
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| Money ain’t a cure but I’m a get mine into yours
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| Cause id rather sleep outside your sheets than on these wooden floors
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| Wood grain squeaky clean we deliver door to door
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| Open yours
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| Open yours
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| Open yours
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| Open yours
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| Open yours
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| On me
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| Put it on me
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| Pull up put it on me
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| Put it on me
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| Money on my mind even when you’re right beside it
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| Hit me with a text no side kick
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| I just need a girl to keep it silent
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| Phone on silent and put it on me |