| Money make the world go round
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| And all the pretty girls go down
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| And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
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| All white ghost I call it my cool whip
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| Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks
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| My life is like a movie, every day a new script
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| And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
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| Cuz they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris
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| Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
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| Just rap and take my n*ggas to places we never been
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| And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann’s
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| With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been
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| No food for these f*ckboys
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| On my second mil and I ain’t talkin' lunch boy
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| Glock 30 ridin' dirty in this (?) boy
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| Cuz I could teach you like a priest and get you touched boy
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| No homo
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| Before I had a deal I was poppin', no promo
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| All of a sudden all these bad b*tches want a photo
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| M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
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| So every time I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO
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| Young kings, young kings
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| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| And all we know is one thing, one thing
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| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame
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| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| Rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| And all we know is one thing, one thing
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| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame
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| Crowns on my wrist and my head
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| And I’ma ball hard in this b*tch 'til I’m dead
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| It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
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| And have your own homies lookin' at you like you’re bread
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| Tryna eat n*gga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps n*gga
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| Six pallbearers, six feet deep n*gga
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| No insurance you been sitting six weeks n*gga
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| Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks n*gga
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| Young kings, all I know is one thing
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| Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
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| Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
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| Walkin' through my city but it’s lookin' like I run things
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| Runnin' sh*t, diarrhea
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| And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
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| G5 through the sky boy we outta here
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| Sippin' P&J fresh from out the PJ
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| Young kings, young kings
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| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| And all we know is one thing, one thing
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| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame
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| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| Rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| And all we know is one thing, one thing
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| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame
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| I still wake up go and get it, youngin' on a mission
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| Cuz when n*ggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
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| But I’m different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right
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| I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
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| I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
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| Try and keep that n*gga out the field cuz he be throwin' white
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| Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me
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| I’m worth a couple million man that sh*t was meant to be
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| 20 gold chains on, sh*t I think I’m Mr. T
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| If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
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| Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
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| Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
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| B*tches say they missin' me, I never fall for it
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| Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
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| And if my n*ggas need it, I tell 'em come for it
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| Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin' like a small forward, swish
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| Young kings, young kings
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| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| And all we know is one thing, one thing
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| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame
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| I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| Rollin' with some young kings, young kings
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| And all we know is one thing, one thing
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| Get the money n*gga f*ck fame, and f*ck fame |