| DJ Durel
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| Baby I’m on the road
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| But it’s all good, though
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| I love you, love you, I’ma call right back
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| That boy Cas
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| But it’s all good, all good
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| Baby keep on calling my phone
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| Wanna know when I’ma come home
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| She telling me that I be fucking bitches
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| And I told her that she trippin'
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| 'Cause you must be high off shrooms
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| Want to investigate me when I come in the room
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| Talking 'bout where you been at
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| And why you ain’t pick up your phone?
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| I’ve been on the road stacking money
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| Talking 'bout I treat her like Macaulay Culkin
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| 'Cause she stay at home alone
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| But it’s all good though
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| When I come in with them M&Ms
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| And tell you to count up this big bankroll
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| Everything good though
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| Told me stop trapping but you told me
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| That you wanna get up out the hood though
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| All my hard work, it done paid off
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| Shawty stayed down since day one
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| Got to keep her by my side like my Tommy gun
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| Put on my jewelry, baby, shine like the sun
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| Okay, I be on a private jet to Portuguese to just pick up some Benjamin
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| Franklins
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| From some people I ain’t never seen
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| The OGs keep telling me «boy, you gon' make history»
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| Told my bitch you better ask about a nigga in these streets
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| We can go to MIA to see the palm trees
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| Lamborghini, man, we pull up on Daytona Beach
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| When I look into her eyes, I make her panties leak
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| She still probably won’t believe, so we taking a trip to go to Belize
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| But it’s all good though
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| When I come in with them M&Ms
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| And tell you to count up this big bankroll
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| Everything good though
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| Told me stop trapping but you told me
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| That you wanna get up out the hood though
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| All my hard work, it done paid off
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| Shawty stayed down since day one
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| Got to keep her by my side like my Tommy gun
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| Put on my jewelry, baby, shine like the sun
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| Quavo talk to 'em, ooh
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| You know you’re shining baby
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| Looking like some VVS diamonds baby
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| Want to thank your mama, my God what a creation
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| Wanna welcome you into my mansion with an invitation
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| I’m a young nigga, ain’t used to relations
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| So you know I ain’t patient
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| She told me she black and she Asian
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| Look how she walk when she came in
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| She hate it when I got to go on the road
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| But she like it when I bring back the hundos
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| She cooking spaghetti and gumbo
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| Mama told me don’t eat no sauce from no hoes
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| But you know a nigga really like you
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| But you tryna shut down my empire
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| That’s my lifestyle, like the wire
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| You too bipolar, baby you fire
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| Baby keep on calling my phone
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| Wanna know when I’ma come home
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| She telling me that I be fucking bitches
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| And I told her that she trippin'
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| 'Cause you must be high off shrooms
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| Want to investigate me when I come in the room
|
| Talking 'bout where you been at
|
| And why you ain’t pick up your phone?
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| I’ve been on the road stacking money
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| Talking 'bout I treat her like Macaulay Culkin
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| 'Cause she stay at home alone
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| But it’s all good though
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| When I come in with them M&Ms
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| And tell you to count up this big bankroll
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| Everything good though
|
| Told me stop trapping but you told me
|
| That you wanna get up out the hood though
|
| All my hard work, it done paid off
|
| Shawty stayed down since day one
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| Got to keep her by my side like my Tommy gun
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| Put on my jewelry, baby, shine like the sun
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| I had to fly out to Vegas to show her that I’m a player
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| I’m not used to cuffing the women but I’m gonna save her
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| Booty fatter than Deelishis, when I hit her we lay up
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| We together, get up on our knees and we say our prayers
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| Ain’t no trials and tribulations, we having some patience
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| 25 she got two cars, and a house that she pays for
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| So what else could I ask for, first night I was mad, I didn’t smash
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| And that taught me a lesson, lil' mama got to be special
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| She just want to kick it with me, we can travel wherever
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| She know I got a busy schedule, sometimes she be acting selfish
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| When I hit her she be quitting cause she say it’s too much pleasure
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| She telling me her favorite song is Handsome and Wealthy
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| She love it when I’m kissing on her body, start to melt her
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| I be murdering the pussy, I should have another felon
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| We sticking together just like we salt and pepper
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| But it’s all good though
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| Baby keep on calling my phone
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| Wanna know when I’ma come home
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| She telling me that I be fucking bitches
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| And I told her that she trippin'
|
| 'Cause you must be high off shrooms
|
| Want to investigate me when I come in the room
|
| Talking 'bout where you been at
|
| And why you ain’t pick up your phone?
|
| I’ve been on the road stacking money
|
| Talking 'bout I treat her like Macaulay Culkin
|
| 'Cause she stay at home alone
|
| But it’s all good though
|
| When I come in with them M&Ms
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| And tell you to count up this big bankroll
|
| Everything good though
|
| Told me stop trapping but you told me
|
| That you wanna get up out the hood though
|
| All my hard work, it done paid off
|
| Shawty stayed down since day one
|
| Got to keep her by my side like my Tommy gun
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| Put on my jewelry, baby, shine like the sun |