| Last year man I made more money than I ever made in my life
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| Granted, it wasn’t really that much cause we never had much
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| Just enough was enough for the guys
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| Jump in the truck, take a ride
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| And I went a bought a crib with my bride
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| It was a crib without a baby in it
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| Me and KB-J in the back y’all when I get back
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| Then we back to the back car, when I’m back to the start
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| Hold up, I remember
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| That empty fridge apartment with no power in it
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| Still to God, we will turn power steering
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| Your money’s too cheap to fund my joy
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| We had that work you can’t employ
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| I roll in
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| We had that work you can’t employ
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| We roll in
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| We had that work
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| Boy we got treasure, we’ll be rich forever
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| Look they can have it all
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| Let that money fall
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| But when it’s all said and done
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| We’ll still be countin' (we'll still be countin')
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| We’ll still be countin' (still be countin')
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| We Rolling in it
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| Roll in, Roll in
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| All my Dawgs they go in
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| We Rolling in it
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| Roll in, Roll in
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| All my Dawgs they go in
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| We rolling in it
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| But still we can’t
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| Aye, I know a girl down on Wall Street, climbing to the top
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| She said Christ came and broke her
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| You know he a beast with the stocks
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| When you still making knots
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| And you’re not gonna flaunt
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| How they not gonna not
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| But she don’t care about what they’re about, she coulda got a yacht
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| But she stay giving her money to the mission on the block
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| Now that’s amazing!
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| Gave His life (light) so we gave up ours, Daylight savings
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| Silver and Gold
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| It’s good so we tried to make it
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| Since our treasure’s in heaven
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| We cheerfully gave it
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| No envy, that’s Vegas
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| Content G, with out savings
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| We got everything in our Savior
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| And the New Earth is waiting
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| We just children raising our babies
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| Tryna win the city, Chicago
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| Better get what I’m on
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| You are not what you bring home
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| Be rich in good works
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| Cause that’s what you bring home
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| In the face of heaven’s gates
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| Mr. Gates estate’s debase and break like paper plates
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| I’m down, tell ya bout this
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| Till we got a bigger house but the same sized coffin
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| People at the top feeling like they at the bottom and that’s probably why the
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| rich are more likely suicidal
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| Silver and gold’s too low for the soul
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| They want a Jesus piece when he died for the whole
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| What is this love and mercy, grace, forgiveness?
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| We’ll be in eternity still counting our riches
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| We had that work you can’t employ
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| We roll in
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| We had that work
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| Boy we got treasure, we’ll be rich forever
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| Look they can have it all
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| Let that money fall
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| But when it’s all said and done
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| We’ll still be countin' (we'll still be countin')
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| We’ll still be countin' (still be countin')
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| We Rolling in it
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| Roll in, Roll in
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| All my Dawgs they go in
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| We Rolling in it
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| Roll in, Roll in
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| All my Dawgs they go in
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| We rolling in it
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| But still we can’t |