| To my place you can’t go, so you better watch it
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| I gotta go hit spendin' money out of my pocket
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| Gotta start puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can’t stop sayin' «Sorry about that»
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| Three A.M. |
| and she’s still up textin' me, she eat me up like it’s Beni-bachi
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| Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out
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| it?
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| Lame ass nigga keep on talkin' bout me, but he don’t want no smoke about it
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| I done came a long way, who would’ve thought 'cause I was the one that they
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| doubted
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| She said she in love, I don’t know what you thought, you know you just here to
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| get private
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| Grew up, but I’m still a bad ass kid, no wonder I was get grounded
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| We are not the same, you chasin' a bitch, but I get chased by a thousand
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| We are not the same, you did it for free, but I cannot take less than a thousand
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| We are not the same, you high as the ceiling, but my niggas are high as the
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| mountains
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| We are not the same, your shit is just cool, but my shit is more than astounding
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| Woah, woah
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| We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
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| Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
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| From a place you can’t go, so you better watch it
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| I gotta go hit spendin' money out of my pocket
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| Gotta start puttin' my ho’s on Yeat 'cause now they can’t stop sayin' «Sorry about that»
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| Three A.M. |
| and she’s still up textin' me, she eat me up like it’s Beni-bachi
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| Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out
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| it?
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| Broke her heart and she keep on tryna link me, she in love with being around me
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| Fucked on one of her friends the other week, her opp
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| Money, guns, and power, that’s the only three things I keep around me
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| We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
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| Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
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| From a place you can’t go, so you better watch it
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| I gotta go hit spendin' money out of my pocket
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| Gotta start puttin' my ho’s on Yeat 'cause now they can’t stop sayin' «Sorry about that»
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| Three A.M. |
| and she’s still up textin' me, she eat me up like it’s Beni-bachi
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| Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out
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| it? |