| Still winning, we gonna stay get money
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| So you niggas know what it is, 4/20 bitch
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| High ain’t no coming down
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| Roll up let’s burn up
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| Turn up ain’t no turning down
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| Chasing this fast money ain’t no slowing down
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| Hol' up let’s pour up for up cause it’s going down
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| Break it down, rolling up
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| My money too long can’t fold it up
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| Poured up I’m drunk as fuck
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| I take more alcohol than a open cut
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| Early morning getting to the bread
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| So I call it breakfast in bed
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| Real nigga don’t believe in ghost
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| But I’m stil chasing these dead prez
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| My eyes so low, I’m so lit
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| I might nod off after one more hit
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| In a foreign whip with a foreign bitch
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| I live every night like a porno flick
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| Bitch don’t kill my vibe, ho don’t kill my buzz
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| Bitch I’m so fresh and clean but my cup is full of mud
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| If she not fucking she gotta go
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| One monkey won’t stop the show
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| I’m backstage with a flock of hoes
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| And I’m getting blowed like snotty noes
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| Hollywood I’m still stuntin', makin' paper all around the country
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| I’m getting throwed, fucking hoes, getting dome and counting money
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| Let’s blow it all can’t take it with us
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| Step out the car they takin' pictures
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| That’s paparazzi, that’s TMZ
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| My Mercedes Benz that’s AMG
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| Eyes like I’m chinese, out in Tokyo
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| Check my passport homie I do global shows
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| And I stay high ain’t coming down
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| Smoking light green, don’t fuck with brown
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| Rollin' up that loud, your dope ain’t making no sound
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| I roll through the hood in that new Bugatti coupe
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| Pull up on yo baby momma, she treat my dick like a flute
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| Juicy J kilin' the game, go ahead and buy you a suit
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| I spend yo ho signing bonus on just one pair of shoes
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| Let’s get high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
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| Pour up a deuce
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| Matter fact make that four
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| Ok, now you got the juice
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| And I stay high, ain’t coming down
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| Smoke light green, don’t fuck with brown
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| High… |