| I live for the money, they ask me for my reason
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| I got these diamonds, I had all these Beamers
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| I’m 'bout the engine when I saw them Beamers
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| I’m 'bout them chains, when I see it gleaming
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| Hopped out the Porsche, and it turned me evil
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| Forever my brothers and I’ll never leave 'em
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| Came back to my school to come flex on my teachers
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| She on her knee, got me feelin' like Jesus
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| I’m gettin' money my mom don’t believe me
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| Now all of these nigga they wanna come be me
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| Pull up in stunnas with one of my bro bros
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| Now I drive German engineering
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| You ain’t gotta like me but you gotta feel me
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| And now all these bitches they wanna come feel me
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| Hope these fuck niggas fear me
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| And none of these niggas gon' ever come near me
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| I got my Glock, and my cash and my sock
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| I shed some tears when I heard he got shot
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| I rep designer, I’m just so finer
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| Middle school mom used to buy me Airwalks
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| I like to thank god that I made it
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| High school I ain’t say shit
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| Middle school used to smell broke
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| Now I’m cashing out for my fragrance
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| I’m pullin' up in a space ship |
| Bro hopin' out he gon' spay shit
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| Twenty years for that murder charge
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| And lil' bro still ain’t say shit
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| One day I’ma fly out to the Caymans, ay
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| Invest in mines and I cash out, fuck the payments, ay
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| Want the blue faces, I don’t give a fuck 'bout being famous, ay
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| Diss one of mines and I’m leaving yours on the pavement, ay
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| Offer me a mill' then I swear to god I’ma take it
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| Path wasn’t made for me so young nigga had to make it, I’ma to take it
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| Free my young bros who sitting for my cases
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| Came a long way from being down, bad on the pavement
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| If I go broke fuck this rap stuff, I’ma take shit
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| Left me heartbroken when I seen your name on them statements
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| I live for the money, they ask me for my reason
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| I got these diamonds, I had all these Beamers
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| I’m 'bout the engine when I saw them Beamers
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| I’m 'bout them chains, when I see it gleaming
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| Hopped out the Porsche, and turned me evil
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| Forever my brothers and I’ll never leave 'em
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| Came back to my school to come flex on my teachers
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| She on her knee, got me feelin' like Jesus |
| I’m gettin' money my mom don’t believe me
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| Now all of these nigga they wanna come be me
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| Pull up in stunnas with one of my bro bros
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| Now I drive German engineering
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| You ain’t gotta like me but you gotta feel me
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| And now all these bitches they wanna come feel me
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| Hope these fuck niggas fear me
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| Ain’t none of these niggas gon' ever come near me
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| I got all these bitches competing
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| Back then they ain’t wanna believe me
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| I really gang bang, I got killers who really be with me
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| And I got the fully riding in the Fendi
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| Do shit on my own because I am not friendly
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| And one of these days I’ma cop me a Bentley
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| If I tell you I got you then please do not test me
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| Got racks in the safe, I’ma stack it up neatly
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| Now that I’m up they all act like they need me
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| Drinking tap water and I’m drinking on Fiji
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| Bro borrowed a fit, I told cuz to just keep it
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| Never give up till your feet on the cement
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| Bro, stay up in school, moms don’t know what you be in
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| I’m a real nigga, Ray Charles can see it
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| Hide my emotions, can’t show how I’m feelin' |
| Designer my draws, steak on my plate
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| Gotta make sure me and my bitch eatin'
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| We pullin' up, and we hoppin' out, lil' pussy nigga out leakin'
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| Chasin' the riches and battling demons
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| Tryna make sure I ain’t feeding these leaches
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| Niggas gon' envy, they turn on they people’s
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| Niggas gon' envy, they turn on they people
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| I do this for the money, they ask me for my reason
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| I got these diamonds, I had all these Beamers
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| I’m 'bout the engine when I saw them Beamers
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| I’m 'bout them chains, when I see it gleaming
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| Hopped out the Porsche, and it turned me evil
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| Forever my brothers and I’ll never leave 'em
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| Came back to my school to come flex on my teachers
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| She on her knee, got me feelin' like Jesus
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| I’m gettin' money my mom don’t believe me
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| Now all of these nigga they wanna come be me
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| Pull up in stunnas with one of my bro bros
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| Now I drive German engineering
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| You ain’t gotta like me but you gotta feel me
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| And now all these bitches they wanna come feel me
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| Hope these fuck niggas fear me
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| And none of these niggas gon' ever come near me |