| And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
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| You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
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| Money on my mind sticking to the code
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| She see me getting mine can’t help it if she chose
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| Ain’t right game tight
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| Plotted maneuvered executing the same night
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| No room for hesitation excuses in this life
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| This money don’t wait I get to it all night
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| In the studio cooking shows steady booking
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| Bought a new car paid for it with this jugging
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| It cost to be the boss, tall price
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| Some niggas too scared of heights
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| I climbed swan dived behind mine and anytime
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| Grinded for them rollies now all the top jewelers know me
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| Mr. Cop a show piece, 40 bands just on a band my man
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| Hot hands frozen fingers pinkies on ice like Disney
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| Figure skaters on my bracelet getting dizzy
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| Picture me sitting fuck that
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| Picture me getting
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| Picture me whipping in Ferrari shifting on the pacific
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| Smoking something exotic and terrific
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| Life like this only comes with a risk
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| Money and the power and a bad bitch
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| Living like I’ve been selling powder my nigga mad bricks
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| This ain’t nothing but that audio dope boy magic yea |