| Money I got, still tryna get more
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| Grind don’t stop, they’re thinking like a nigga broke
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| Smoked one with Juvenile, sticking to the G code
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| Cutting through the rain clouds, Gulf stream sipping Moe'
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| With a little OJ Lemonade Mimosa
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| You don’t say can’t tell if this work or vacate
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| But I stay focused on the dope
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| Cause it’s the only way
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| Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
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| Women throw their morals away
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| She gon' be a hoe today
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| Do what ever I say cause she seen me hoppin out that Wraith
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| Game cold but it’s fair
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| I got a mink coat for this affair
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| Legendary shit, they felt it in the air
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| Them bitches knew I was there, these moments so rare
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| Take a picture baby girl, don’t stare
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| Cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion
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| It’s always going for it never on no «oh shit!»
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| Three wheel Lexus, they can’t find no time for it
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| My time is money, son who paying for this |