| Switch whips like chicks hate gettin spotted by a fraud
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| Switch my broads like drawers, so my feelings not involved
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| Look- I need 'em fresh, let me iron out my problems
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| And uh- don’t need the stress, why don’t you whine about it tomorrow
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| Dope money, coke money, roll a gun smoke money
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| Break bullets down like bud if we get it in blood
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| I’m with whatever, feed the children
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| Really not with the killin, more about all this this audio drug dealin
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| Look we thug niggas, love women, love winnin'
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| Don’t wanna hear about when was winnin', duhhhhh nigga
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| I got the keys call me DJ Khaled/
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| And uh- I got the greens, call me MC salad
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| I gotta lotta lettuce, lotta cheddar cheese, lotta cabbage
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| Pourin' diamond dressin over yellow, white, rose gold karats
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| Forgive me lord I’m talkin' like a savage
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| We Barcotic rhyme slangin, name rangin', livin' lash
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| A brink stash, minks drag, payin bills and drink tabs
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| Calculate your moves slow, but you gotta think fast (think fast nigga,
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| matter fact think cash nigga)
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| Boost and brag, post the swag, IG I post & tag
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| Pound key Life is Good, round me, Broke is Bad (true facts nigga,
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| that’s why I think cash nigga)
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| Crime Pays *repeat 4x*
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| Look, all my shooters lurk well (they lurkin' nigga)
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| Mac rangin' like church bells (brrrrrttt)
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| Cocaine ressy on my work scale
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| Keep a strap, fuck who you shot, you could get murked still (can take an L too
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| nigga)
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| Pussy Get your brains blew in the wind
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| Ayo these niggas can’t fuck with me when I’m movin' the pen
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| Move a hundred bags of sour then do it again (hustlin'!)
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| I’m '96 Jordan, I’ma shoot for the win (haaa!)
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| Pack the big gat with the long pipe
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| The jacket is Off-White™
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| Before rap I actually offed white (talk to 'em)
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| Yeah- that’s facts, I had a hard life
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| I could remember coming home to cut off lights (uh-huh) I even starved nights
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| Got a pack from homie then I ran it up
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| Sellin' fifties in the trap house with the hammer tucked
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| Ain’t leavin' til my plans is up, you trippin' if you thinkin' that my nine
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| don’t spray
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| Who sayin' crime don’t pay? |
| I tell them niggas
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| Crime Pays *repeat 3X* |