| I know what it’s like
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| To want it all, I was born to ball
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| Making Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
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| Lusted at luxury life since a tyke
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| Switches on a Monte Carlo turn a car into a trike
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| These images was burned in my mind
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| Chasing that paper like it stole something of mine
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| It did though, friends killed over small bills
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| I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk
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| Life so fragile
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| But the big bucks lay down the road less travelled
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| Cause they scared of the hazards
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| We living for the money, nigga we dying to have it
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| These hoes shaking asses doing lines
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| Popping valiums adding to a long list of bad habits
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| Niggas murdering, burglaring and kidnapping
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| Dashing and cashing all in the midst of the madness
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| I know
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| I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
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| I know you’re chasing the paper (my nigga)
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| I know that scared but it’s there and the girls wanna fuck you
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| I know you’re chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)
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| I know what that it is
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| All I wanted was some rims
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| I had a couple girls
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| But I knew if I had some chrome, I could multiply them hoes by ten
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| Materialistic, them bitches is kinda hypocritic though my nigga
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| Because we play the same games wit 'em
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| Guilty of it fuck it though
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| I’m lane switching with no roof like a house when a tornado hit it
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| No kidding this world ain’t Disney
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| These characters is after your pennies
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| Stack up can’t go far with the dealings
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| Pimpin, back up, look at the whole picture and then see if it add up
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| I ain’t no mathematician but I can count
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| On the jets fetching a very large amount
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| Racks on, racks on racks
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| Stretch marks on my account
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| I know how you feel I’m still feeling it now
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| Eyes low but I’m still watching outsiders
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| Baby girl know that she rolling with a rida
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| Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us
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| I’m up all night chasing paper (paper) |