| I got rid of the keys
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| I got me some cash, tell Quincy to play the piano
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| Go to the studio, tour a four
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| Pull up at the show and the
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| So many figures, it’s hurting my fingers
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| The Italian fashion, I’m Figaro
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| Shit, it’s only real and my vision, I’m real just like dem alone
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| I had to re-up again, it’s not for me, it’s for my friends
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| Stacks in the bank, I don’t need fame
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| Everyone here, they just pretend
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| I’m for this throne, I don’t contend
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| I’m for my money, who’s making friends?
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| I got a call, I sold a ten
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| I got a call, I sold my benz
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| Go to my house, I don’t pay rent
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| I got this music, I’m going in
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| I got these hoes making me sin
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| Dolce coat, I see how it is
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| I see how it is
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I see how it is
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| I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
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| I usually go by myself to settle the scores
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| I usually don’t have the time, the time for a whore
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| I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
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| Now I’m thinking about marble and floors
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| Ceiling over my head, but I’m on the clouds
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| Plant a seed in my wife, so I get a child
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| We gotta survive, the shit don’t suffice
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| I got it right, they’re going left, they’re in decline
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| Dolce &Gabbana, I’m up in Havana, the weather’s so nice
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| Living a life, it is so calm, I’m in the skies
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| Ayy, who is this guy? |
| Yeah
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| The money is piling, the women exotic
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| The cube got some bricks, the bricks they be foreign
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| The coupé is foreigner and Hucho is foreign, yeah, yeah
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| Only bosses, you cannot sit here
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| Only some real bruddas in the building, yeah
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| Quarter pound needs trimming, yeah
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| Came up drug dealing
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| Came up drug dealing
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| Came up with no feelings
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| Try hard to go visit, always tryna dodge prison
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| Got stories and they’re chillin'
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| Stories and they’re chillin'
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| But I’ll speak when I make me a million, yeah
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| I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
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| I usually go by myself to settle the scores
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| I usually don’t have the time, the time for a whore
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| I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
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| Now I’m thinking about marble and floors
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| Ceiling over my head, but I’m on the clouds
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| Plant a seed in my wife, so I get a child
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| We gotta survive, the shit don’t suffice
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| I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
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| I usually go by myself to settle the scores
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| I usually don’t have the time, the time for a whore
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| I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors |