| Yeah
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| (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
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| Yeah, perks got me itching
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| Palms itchin', palms itchin', I’m finna-
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| Yeah, ayy
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| A million cash race, I was in last place
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| Get off your ass, Ray, get in your bag, Face
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| Psh, ayy
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| How you want some money (Hah), but don’t want no hussle? |
| (Yeah)
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| It won’t hurt to love you (How?), you ain’t with us fuckin'
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| Yeah, uh
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| I get my own money, pull my own stunts (Huh)
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| Psh, yeah
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| You don’t know the half of this shit (Uh-uh)
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| paid a house for this shit (Mm)
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| Couldn’t leave if I wanted 'cause I’m tied to this shit (Ok)
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| Good pussy, pretty face, but I’m tired of that (I'm straight)
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| Bitch, ayy, poured a line and I sip (Mm)
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| What I fuck off in a week you’d sign for that (Wow)
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| I’d be lyin' if I told you I ain’t grind for this shit (Had to grind, nigga)
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| I almost lost my mind, boutta trip (I lost my mind, nigga)
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| I almost lost my life in the streets (Man)
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| I be barely rappin', put my life on these beats (Life on these)
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| Nigga, I’ll fuck your mama, put that money on your niece (Yeah)
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| Put that money up, I put my team on so we can eat (Yeah)
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| Like it was VLONE, I’ll put your friends on a tee (Yeah)
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| Before I rocked a watch I had rubber bands up my sleeve (Facts)
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| Ridin' 'round, shoppin' tryna cop before I leave (What you got?)
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| Which one of y’all got me if I need it? |
| (Ayy, who I got?)
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| Pullin' knife wounds out my back, that’s why I’m bleedin'
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| Stepped in the booth and let my soul bleed, wish I could sing it (Shoo)
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| Man, these niggas playin' foul, I can’t believe it (Wow)
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| Before I cut her off I killed the pussy, now she grievin' (Woo-wee)
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| Look how that money had you niggas greedy
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| All that pride got you scared to say you broke, I see you leavin' (Shh)
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| I seen my nigga in the casket, looked up I seen a demon (Ayy)
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| How you gangsta, but you never seem to feel, Willie Beamon (Ok)
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| I slept poolside, three bitches drunk, must be dreamin' (Drunk)
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| Crew side, two pieces bust, I’m a Neiman
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| Got it all, and this shit bigger than a book and you can’t read it (Uh-uh)
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| Man, my palms itching for that fuckin' money, 'cause I need it, nigga
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| (Yeah) |