| Ain’t no robbin' me
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| 'Cause I came from the basement, huh
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| Might hit the strip when the day lit, huh
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| Had a good time in Vegas
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| It ain’t no problem baby
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| You know I could take a vacation
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| Yeah, two-tone Patek, no dangers
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| Screamin' out, «Mama, we made it»
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| Anyway, came from the basement
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| Pullin' out guns when I’m faded
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| All of them bitches and niggas that hated
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| I’ma whip off the lot in the latest
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| Shorty a little bit special
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| But a foreign bitch, she don’t speak English
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| I blew hundreds, you won’t find no singles
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| I finesse and I get it so easy
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| Gucci link, uh, air fly, that’s a cold summer
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| When I speak, ayy, attention like I’m Bone Crusher
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| What’s her name? |
| Ayy, I don’t know, but I don’t trust her
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| She decided, ayy, get it poppin' like I’m on somethin'
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| That’s just what it is, ayy
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| Any time we write, you know we bound to make a hit, ayy
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| Had it since a kid and now we gettin' rich, yeah
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| Pullin' up to parties, got your wifey in the VIP, yeah
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| Yeah, uh
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| Shorty be watchin' me, she see the guap on me
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| I be the one in the foreign cars |
| Models with me and they goin' hard
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| Just pulled up, four door
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| See the lifes that we live
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| Make them niggas wanna act hard
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| I could really get you lit
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| Golf course in the backyard
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| Niggas mad that I got it
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| See the bag then I grabbed it
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| Gettin' money, that’s a habit
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| Got the coupe, automatic
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| I don’t got time for waitin'
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| What is the conversation?
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| She be too complicated
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| Diamond bracelets, combinations
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| That’s just what it is, ayy
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| Any time we write, you know we bound to make a hit, ayy
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| Had it since a kid and now we gettin' rich, yeah
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| Pullin' up to parties, got your wifey in the VIP, yeah
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| Ain’t no robbin' me
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| 'Cause I came from the basement, huh
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| Might hit the strip when the day lit, huh
|
| Had a good time in Vegas
|
| It ain’t no problem baby
|
| You know I could take a vacation
|
| Yeah, two-tone Patek, no dangers
|
| Screamin' out, «Mama, we made it»
|
| Gucci link, uh, air fly, that’s a cold summer
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| When I speak, ayy, attention like I’m Bone Crusher
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| What’s her name? |
| Ayy, I don’t know, but I don’t trust her
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| She decided, ayy, get it poppin' like I’m on somethin' |
| Poppin' like I’m on somethin'
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| Get it poppin' like I’m on somethin', yeah |