| You can’t have no friends in real life
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| When all you do is bag up grams and sell white
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| Gotta find some way to stash these bands
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| And hide this cash
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| If they trip over my stash they set for life
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| I recognize it’s hard to get it and keep it
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| Easy to jeopardize
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| Risk ain’t worth the reward, pay it no never mind
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| Take it in stride and if worse comes to worst
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| You always board your first, never your second mind
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| Mind your business and never mix business with friendship
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| Cause friends be the ones in the end when it’s all said and done
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| Who can you call? |
| Who can you run to?
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| Will they come through on the humble?
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| Or will they drop the ball and fumble
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| I wouldn’t be surprised
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| I’ve seen it all out my own two eyes
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| Before he died my uncle
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| Said, «if you let it slide it’ll come back to haunt you»
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| 400 thousand
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| I got all of this money and can’t trust a soul to help me count this
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| 400 thousand
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| Now the kush and the bricks got me pushing whips that ain’t even out yet
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| 400 thousand
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| Know how you know you getting money when you spend a thousand dollars on an
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| outfit
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| 400 thousand
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| I got all of this money and can’t trust a soul to help me count this
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| 400 thousand
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| My son asked what’s the most money I ever counted
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| I told him 'bout $ 460,000
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| All dope money from whipping ounces
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| Slow rolling them snow bunnies in Clinton Township
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| The bastards tried to give me 'bout six
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| For transacting them graham crackers of that brown shit
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| Had me surrounded
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| They jammed traffic, the vans in back of them Crown Vics
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| But they never found shit
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| During the fed run-ins, out in southwest
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| Used to have to get plugged into the outlet
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| Bagging up in the house, stressed, ask Justin
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| Man, I used to have nothing, but now I’m rich
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| No more out of town trips, jumping on the road
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| No change of clothes, same old outfit
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| In the natty we hit the outlet
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| What I blew on vintage True Religion denim could’ve bought a couch set |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 400 Thousand, artist - BOLDY JAMES. Album song My 1st Chemistry Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп