| Candy paint
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| P-piece of chain
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| Money stacks
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| D-diamond ring
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| People playing that price of vain
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| Me, I just want the finer things
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| Haters hate
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| P-people change
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| Lost the family, f-face the pain
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| Before death take my breath away
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| I just want the finer things
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| Look, You want a piece of chain? |
| I want a peace of mind
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| I had money in the bank while pops is dying
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| I can get more money can’t buy no time, huh
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| In a room trying not to cry
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| Spent quality time so I’m good
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| Could’ve been out waxing that hood
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| Of my foreign car, like some sort of star
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| Stead of giving my time like I should, huh
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| You wanna know what’s cool?
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| A daddy dropping his kids off at school
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| And when his kids is grown with kids of they own
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| And say my daddy ain’t raise no fool
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| Sometimes, I sit on a plane full of pain
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| Care less about a grammy or the fame
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| I just want to see my kids change
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| And give up my art for their heart
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| That’s gain
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| Mayne, so tell me what you making?
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| Money or a difference
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| You was made for that or get paid for that
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| What’s yo' excuse and yo' mission?
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| When nobody remembers my name
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| Or the clothes I wore to that thing
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| I still rest in peace with my sanity
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| For them lives I got to help change
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| Finer things
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| Okay, I been there, done it to
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| Seen it all, no birthday suit
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| Red carpet in my armani suit
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| Sitting V.I.P. |
| with ya' favorite group
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| Bad chicks, actress
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| R&B diva catch a fever while I’m leaving out the back quick
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| Now, tell me that won’t boost your arrogance
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| Exactly
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| From Dallas to a palace
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| In Dubai, to the Maasai tactics
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| In Africa, I’m not bragging
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| Just explaining that I ain’t lying when I’m saying that I’ve had it all
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| Dawg, enough bucks under my mattress
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| So buy what I want
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| No more lifting like it’s practice
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| Nope, that’s just racks on racks, and bracket
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| Fast life, race with me
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| Gassed right? |
| this pace isn’t
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| That life, we should stay living
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| It’ll make it last, we chase feelings
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| I did that, but I ain’t get jack
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| Just enough for the bluff, so try to help you might get jack
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| And man that’s truth, so get back
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| Cuz' they hit back
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| Let me help you |