| Ayy, woah-oh, oh
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| Census, what you cookin?
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| Yeah
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| I don’t know where I wanna go no more
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| I don’t know
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| Look at me, baby, I’m fly
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| I’ll probably feel better when I’m richer
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| All these niggas tryna steal my swag
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| I’m too different, cut these niggas out the picture
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| Got a moonroof in my car, I feel fly like a comet
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| I’m Richie Rich with this money, I stack it up, I love to pile it
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| Yeah, the roof on my car disappear when I be driving
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| Put this bitch on auto pilot when I’m too damn high
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| I know that she thinking that it’s hard to forget her
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| But I could just get high and make it hard to remember
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| Woah, over me, this feeling, it hurt me, you hurt me
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| You promised you would never desert me
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| I don’t argue with bitches, I got a big amount
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| She brought all her friends to the crib and them thots is piggin' out
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| Can we stay in, lil' baby? |
| We always going out
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| I just need a friend right now, can you just hear me out?
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| Throwing wishes in a pond, I get high off all the cash I want
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| Throw the money in the sky, love to watch it pile up
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| Throw the money in the shredder just to stack it back up again
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| Look at me, baby, I’m fly
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| I’ll probably feel better when I’m richer
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| All these niggas tryna steal my swag
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| I’m too different, cut these niggas out the picture
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| Got a moon roof in my car, I feel fly like a comet
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| I’m Richie Rich with this money, I stack it up, I love to pile it
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| Yeah, the roof on my car disappear when I be driving
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| Put this bitch on auto pilot when I’m too damn high |