| When the money comes
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| You’ll see the funny ones
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| I’m in the mix still, where you think it’s comin' from?
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| Pretty light skin bitch, she’s only twenty-one
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| I ball like an athlete, I had to get her young
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| I’m at the beach off weed and Jamaican rum
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| Playin' with my cash, you gon' taste the gun
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| Yeah, the race was fun, who could live the fastest
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| I’m pullin' small faced hundreds out a dirty mattress
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| And the grow game got my in my own lane
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| Baking soda in the pot, light the stove flame
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| OT, OG in a hundred Benz
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| We do the touch down dance when the money lands
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| Two girls both strip and they hella fine
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| New watch, new car from a friend of mine
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| I get it, bag it up, and move it quicker every time
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| I still really get it down
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| Why it sound like drop talk
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| Someday they all got some steal in the field
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| Always stay down here, yeah I’m gon' keep it real
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| But they know it ain’t good unless the pack sealed
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| No, no
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| It ain’t good unless the pack sealed
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| This may half a ticket
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| Just all for one deal
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| Deal
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| One done, made a quick five-hundred
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| White ghost right behind me like, I’m haunted
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| Never drop the bag off and heard, I don’t want it
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| See the Benz and the six crib bedroom, I bought it
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| It’s good, come to Cali, get a sweet price
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| For the hundred G flight
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| Hit me when she lands, I’mma wrap it up three times
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| Tripple seal, each one
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| I’m hade a half a ticket, then another three-hun
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| Trap talk, dig holes in the winter time
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| Out door got me rich, yeah, I’m finna shine
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| Bitches talkin' crazy, but they give me mine
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| I got a twenty-pack knock on my other line
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| Two girls, both drunk and they hella fine
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| Fresh picked, new smell, you can tell it’s mine
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| Send another box out, I hope it touch down
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| I don’t need another lost smile
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| Someday they all got some steal in the field
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| Always stay down here, yeah I’m gon' keep it real
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| But they know it ain’t good unless the pack sealed
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| No, no
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| It ain’t good unless the pack sealed
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| This may half a ticket
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| Just all for one deal
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| Deal
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| If you ain’t gettin' money, you a slow learner
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| Cake in my palm til' I have to turn it
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| In the Bay smokin' on them Cook'
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| That I got from my nigga Berner
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| Just bought a bottle, Hennessy
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| Takin' shots, making gwop off my enemies
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| Fuck nigga, you is not who you pretend to be
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| Facin' guns to their head for their memories
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| Smokin' that Cali got me on the way
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| Where is them hoes, I ain’t fucked em' for days
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| I got more problems that money done made
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| You gotta wait while I make some shade
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| I cannot touch unless it came with the seal
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| They fuck with me from the jump, I been real
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| I drive that shit with the horse on the wheel
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| And that was before the deal
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| Someday they all got some steal in the field
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| Always stay down here, yeah I’m gon' keep it real
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| But they know it ain’t good unless the pack sealed
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| No, no
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| It ain’t good unless the pack sealed
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| This may half a ticket
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| Just all for one deal
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| Deal |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seal , by - Berner. Song from the album Hempire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп