| 96 Impala double S like a yacht on wheels
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| Paint fresh left the interstate wet
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| Now watch me smoke and chill same time get a check
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| That’s a walk through and I get paid for every step
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| Got my golf hat and my white t-shirt gold cuban
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| I’m not trying too hard but you can tell I know what I’m doin
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| Sliding off radar
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| That’s Pablo and Gustavo in the race cars
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| Make money and make war
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| Fuck a sucka nigga take me for
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| Real ones take it far
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| They thought I slept but that was one of my best tricks
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| I came back in that matte six Spitta going bat shit
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| Money make them act different my nigga told me that
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| Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
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| Stacking mine every penny
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| You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
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| It’s Lito
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| Grind hard my momma on her third foreign
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| Chitlin circuit but I’m living like I’m world tourin
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| Treat every last one like it’s my first one
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| Nigga I’ve been balling since the nerf sponge
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| Used to get alerts on my chirp when the purp would come
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| Still got a pound on me now but I ain’t serving none
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| I prefer the strong loud like my burglar alarm
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| Whip like my bitch I talk to her just to turn her on
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| If it ain’t bout the cash I’ll pass like 3rd and long
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| Pass by driving fast crash if I turn wrong
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| Burning cones murder songs we do this shit for show
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| Jetlife grind hard we been cruising since we was broke
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| And they say…
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| It’s Lito
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| Money make them act different my nigga told me that
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| Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
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| Stacking mine every penny
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| You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
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| It ain’t a game it really ain’t a game
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| Bitches and champagne pistols and gold rings
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| Some chose to slang some chose to bang
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| Some chose to rhyme some niggas ain’t do a thang
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| They was froze real ones jumped off the porch
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| They didn’t go they wonder why they don’t have dough
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| While I’m rolling diamonds and gold on me all day
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| 928 S like Scarface
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| Flip up headlights I drive like I’m in the race
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| Driving like I’m trying to escape
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| They say living like this ain’t safe
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| But, I couldn’t see it no other way
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| What you know about it
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| Money make them act different my nigga told me that
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| Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
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| Stacking mine every penny
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| You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back |