| You got it I’m with it
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| I’m with it (x6)
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| All day with it
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| I’m with it (x6)
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| This all came from nothing
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| Turn it into something
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| This all came from nothing
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| Turn it into something
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| (Verse 1: French Montana)
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| I get money all the time nigga
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| Where your money fuck your rhymes nigga
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| Rozay, Mally Mall, that’s my nigga
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| Watch flooded, can’t tell the time nigga
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| We started all from nothing
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| And we turning into something
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| Bad bitches love a nigga hustling
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| Pussy beat it up like I must
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| I made ten mil off that rack
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| I’ve been riding around with that nina
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| You don’t want that now
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| All my niggas gonna get it
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| Gonna bring that back
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| (Verse 2: Rick Ross)
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| Rich nigga baby fuck what it costs
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| Red phantom with the Lamborghini doors
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| Bought the bottles for the shooters
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| Bentleys for the bitches
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| Bought myself a pressie nigga started catching feelings
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| How that boy a sinner with a closet full of Christians
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| Red underneath and my receipt look like a scripture
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| All she fuck is winners
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| So you know she with it
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| Hoes want to sue you when they find out how you living
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| And if you with it then I’m with it
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| Mamma tell me go and get it
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| Still busting choppers while you bitches burning bridges
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| (Verse 3: Jazz Lazer)
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| I’m with ya for the hustle
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| With ya for the grind
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| With ya cause you’re fine
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| You could tell your friend to spend
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| And I pointing at the car that I got
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| Man, that bitch might know I got that work
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| If you with it put in overtime
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| She gonna make me cum
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| Swallow every crumb, and her gum
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| Your boyfriend a bum
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| Why he let you come outside with them
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| You deserve Chanel, YSL, Goyard
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| You ain’t gotta act
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| You can see, all my niggas real
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| Got that whip appeal
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| Where my hands, they behind her
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| Put you on that new drug
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| I know it’s (?) so |