| Ayy, I count the money, all feelings aside
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| I kick it and you obviously killin' my vibe
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| I count up the money with all of my guys
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| And I got a ticket, I’m winnin' a prize
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| Choppin' the top on the car and I’m lookin' at y’all
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| And I saw that you lookin' deprived
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| Swear I could see all the broke in they eyes
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| I broke out the bank with a million and five
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| Bitches be blessin' me like I was Jesus
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| I hopped off the cross and I’m feelin' alive
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| I get to shootin' these bullets and turnin' these pages
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| I’m hopin' that no one survive
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| Nigga just got outta prison, I killed him
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| I know that he wish he could go back insid
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| Sometimes I wake up
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| And think about all of th bodies I caught and I look in the sky
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| ClicKlak
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| Diamonds water, hydrate, wrist on Aquafina
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| Chain hangin' 'round my neck, switch up my demeanor
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| In the driveway tryna pick, I’ma slide the beemer
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| Tennis bracelets cost some racks, feelin' like Serena |