| Baby come with me, and you will see
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| How life would be, baby come on come on
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| Don’t you worry baby, I’ll keep you main stream
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| Don’t you hesitate, baby come on come on
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| Come with a hustler ma, I turn two dollars to a mill
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| Right now you riding, with E.S.G. |
| and Ideal
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| Last time he told you get on, this year it’s come home
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| Ain’t bragging, but take this G-wagon on chrome
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| Like Diddy, I’m known to put rocks in rings
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| Pushing hundred foot yachts and thangs, I got game
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| And it’s not the same, being married to a G
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| Christmas Eve I’m on the streets, trying to make ends meet
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| Keeping Gucci on your feet, and Christian Di’ore
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| They say your baby daddy weak, I’m trying to give you much more
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| From the car to the door, the couch to the floor
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| From a old Ponebill, to a Bentlet Azure
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| Financially secure, plus your body’s the bomb
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| Heard you lost some funds, invested up and then run
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| Know some say money, can’t buy you love
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| But it keep the clothes on your back, and a Lac on dubs
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| I heard your ex upset, he must be out of jail
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| Is he the one sending my company, them threatening e-mails
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| What the hell new SL, see my big wheel spin
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| Take that trash out your deck, and throw this Ideal in
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| Blue lens blue Coupe, blue shades blue boots
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| Now CY Adam, was a fool for the fruit
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| Girl you too cute, so here’s a damn invitation
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| To ball with the Hoggs, while you floss across the nation
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| Come on, let me lace ya baby
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| Come on, let me drive you crazy
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| I can give you, a better life
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| Take the chance, baby roll the dice
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| Come on, what you waiting fo'
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| Come on, I wanna let you know
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| I can put you, where you wanna be
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| Baby just believe, come on roll with me
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| Couple years done passed, I left the Benz behind
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| Can’t you see I’m on the grind right now, I’m trying to shine
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| Seven thousand square feet, inside and out
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| And to help your little son, move you out your mama house
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| Left all the drama out, let God be my witness
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| Here take this hundred G’s, go start your own bidness
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| Stay true get the clothes, the best jewels
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| And make sure my son, stay in the best schools
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| So I use my tool, to keep you calling my name
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| On the road doing shows, see I’m thinking bout you mayn
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| Never knew this thug love, could be the light of your life
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| See I got you boo, that’s why I made you my wife
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| (Ideal)
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| Come on, I got you, ooooh
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| Whoa-ay, come on uh-come on |