| Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
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| Some niggas can’t take to see you get it, get it, get it
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| Like it’s killing em just to see you living, living, living
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| Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
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| Some niggas just can’t take to see you winning, winning, winning
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| Some niggas can’t take to see you get it, get it, get it
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| Like it’s killin em just to see you living, living, living
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| I’m off in the studio chillin (chillin', chillin')
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| When I really could be working every minute
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| My nigga we really tryna get it
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| No handouts I
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| Never sit on my ass
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| I, make sure that I stand out
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| I can show you what the muthafuckin man about
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| In a versace robe in front my house
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| Strollin to the muthafuckin mailbox
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| Large check that I just got
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| Nigga might spazz out by the block
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| Ride by every bitch is passin out
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| They faint at the sight of my paint
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| I only did it cause you said I can’t
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| Smellin' like six pounds inside the bank
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| Get paid big bucks for what I think
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| Yellow gold cuban link
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| White T and three and a quarter length mink on me
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| Everything I got all me
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| Bet every dollar that you got on me
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| Heard that niggas from the other side plottin' on me
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| But that ain’t gon stop no G
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| Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
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| Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
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| Some niggas can’t take to see you get it, get it, get it
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| Like it’s killing em just to see you living, living, living
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| Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
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| Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
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| Some niggas can’t take it when you get it, get it, get it
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| Like it’s killin em just to see you living, living, living
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| Roll one up for them haters
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| I’m just counting my paper
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| Roll one up for them haters
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| I’m just counting my paper
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| Roll one up for them haters
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| I’m just counting my paper
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| We blow smoke in they faces
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| They all catching the vapors
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| (Get High)
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| Niggas hate to see you ballin'
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| Niggas love it when you callin'
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| Just a youngin' from the Burgh
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| With his brother from New Orleans
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| Really started from nothing
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| Made a choice to do our own thing
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| Writing songs and always hustlin'
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| Who got the bomb was the discussion
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| And when you bring it to us, betta have that strong
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| Cause we the wrong ones to fuck with
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| Hard to get in touch with us
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| All the real in love with us
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| Call your friends get up with us
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| Tried once now you’re stuck
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| Count your money, pile it up
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| It’s bout' your blessings not your luck
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| I’ve been blessed, to do a lot of things
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| Like smokin weed, everywhere I go
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| Stayin' at the top floor, everywhere I go
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| Taking all my niggas with me, everywhere I go
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| Letting all my real niggas know
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| They hate to see us winning
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| Hate to see us winning
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| They hate to see us winning
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| Hate to see us winning, no
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| Hate to see us winning
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| Hate to see us winning
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| Me and my nigga Spitta
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| Can’t believe we did it |