| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Broke the bank, cashed out
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| I kept dancin'
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| Dun D-D-D-Deal
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| Locked in, tryna make a couple moves before I touch down
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| Money callin', wrist splash, I’m glistenin'
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| I pay attention to the commas when we talkin'
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| You know I’m all about the paper, babe
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| Tell me that you proud of me
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| Don’t you ever lie to me
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| This ain’t what I wanted, baby, this is what it gotta be
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| It ain’t no declinin' me, takin' no apology
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| Tryna take it out but they don’t know what’s up inside of me
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Broke the bank, cashed out
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| I kept dancin'
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Broke the bank, cashed out
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| I kept dancin'
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
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| I’m flippin' these bags for real
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| Checkin' my D’s in front of my check up in all in my head for real
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| Flipped 17 in out DC, saw saving these bags to chill
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| I get my money and they can’t stand it for real
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| All of my dawgs got sticks and choppas and they gon' blame them shits for real
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| Damages, I promise, I can’t plan this shit for real
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| Manage with Smith & cousin bandage it for real
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| We pull up, hoppin' out the Benz Jeep
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| Sellin' water with your baby mama in Miami (Yeah)
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| Fuck the gloves, I can whip the brick hands free (Yeah)
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| Bitch I’m from the brick and I can’t let no nigga scam me (Yeah)
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| Trap block boomin' 'cause my niggas got no plan B
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| I’m dandy, sip, sippin' Brandy, with drippin' candy, oh yeah
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Broke the bank, cashed out
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| I kept dancin'
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Broke the bank, cashed out
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| I kept dancin'
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
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| Need more than a bill when I pull up
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| You ain’t talkin' no check, boy shut up
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| All gas, propane, when I fill up
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| Leave you sick to your stomach, might throw up
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| It ain’t true unless I told you
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| You stuck on my old moves
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| They claimin' that they down better quit 'fore I expose you
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| I had some ups, I had some downs
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| I had to break, I had to fall
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| I had some wins but understand that I also took a loss
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| Been a few that tried to cross and just like that they paid the cost
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| It ain’t much for me to say, I think that I might risk it all
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Broke the bank, cashed out
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| I kept dancin'
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Broke the bank, cashed out
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| I kept dancin'
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| I got some money for myself
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| And you can’t stand it
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
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| Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Stand It , by - Kierra Luv. Song from the album Take It Or Leave It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп