| Wooh! |
| Oh yeah
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| They think this money coming out of thin air
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| Bitch I’m back, on my bullshit, been on it
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| Your bitch back up on my dick and she been on it
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| Who fake? |
| you, man this, new
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| Shit I’m on I’m doin' shit I ain’t know I could do
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| I’m with the set, yes, none' less
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| Make it rain so I could drown the snakes that’s in the grass
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| And I’m living, yeah
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| Prayin' every night that I get right tto where I’m supposed to 'fore I’m
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| finished
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| Bitch, you know the name, don’t get twisted
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| Motherfucker, I’m living
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| Out a suitcase, landing at a new place
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| Looking like I move weight, 609 the new thang
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| When you thought I couldn’t do things, I go find a new way
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| Glad you got a new face, it’s looking like a screw face
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| And I will come and screw bae, fuck you and your crew fake
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| We’ll swing on you, no mood swing
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| You fail and I say hooray
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| Like it was a good thing
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| That’s how me and my crew bang
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| Sippin' on this D’usse, a like a nigga new Jay
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| Damn, I got more hair than my ex
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| Look all of you right in your eyes like you gon' get this flex
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| I’m always down to make a hater upset
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| Rappers so subliminal but all my checks direct
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| Ok I got 'em, yeah
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| All these niggas wanna count my money but don’t wanna count my problems
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| Wonder how much you’ll spend on them, give a fuck how you got it
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| I’m like wooh! |
| Oh yeah
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| They think this money coming out of thin air
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| Bitch I’m back, on my bullshit, been on it
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| Your bitch back up on my dick and she been on it
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| Who fake? |
| you, man this, new
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| Shit I’m on I’m doin' shit I ain’t know I could do
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| I’m with the set, yes, none' less
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| Make it rain so I could chop the snakes that’s in the grass
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| And I’m living, yeah
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| Prayin' every night that I get right to where I’m supposed to 'fore I’m finished
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| Bitch, you know the name, don’t get twisted
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| Motherfucker, I’m living
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| But I’m stressed though
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| My life is so stressful
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| But I’m never tripping, it was like that from the get go
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| I get the money, then hoes
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| Cause that’s how you get hoes
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| You won’t understand because you never been successful
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| My life is crazy, trust me
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| I just got bagged by Bucky
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| But I couldn’t chill with her cause I ain’t have no money
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| And that was motivation, fuck is a vacation?
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| Vacay when I get me a crib big as a plantation
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| Damn, for yourself how you can’t do
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| But always feel the need to tell me how to make my moves
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| I swear to god, I’ll even put that on my mom
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| I’ma cop that Lamborghini then ice out that 609
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| And I’ll be living, yeah
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| Niggas think that killin' other niggas, really make 'em a real nigga
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| Real niggas give they niggas opportunities, so I can understand if you don’t
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| feel this nigga
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| I’m like wooh! |
| Oh yeah
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| They think this money coming out of thin air
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| Bitch I’m back, on my bullshit, been on it
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| Your bitch back up on my dick and she been on it
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| Who fake? |
| you, man this, new
|
| Shit I’m on I’m doin' shit I ain’t know I could do
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| I’m with the set, yes, none' less
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| Make it rain so I could chop the snakes that’s in the grass
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| And I’m living, yeah
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| Prayin' every night that I get right the way I’m supposed to 'fore I’m finished
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| Bitch, you know the name, don’t get twisted
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| Motherfucker, I’m living
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| Fuck it up! |
| Zombie
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| Fuck it up! |
| Zombie
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| Fuck it up! |
| Zombie
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| Fuck it up! |
| yeah
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| Fuck it up! |
| Zombie
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| Fuck it up! |
| Zombie
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| Fuck it up! |
| Zombie
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| Fuck it up! |
| yeah
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| Now give 'em work nigga, give 'em work
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| Now give 'em work nigga, give 'em work
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| Now give 'em work nigga, give 'em work
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| Give 'em work, give 'em work, give 'em work
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| Let it breathe now
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| Let it breathe, nah, fuck that shit
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| Show 'em that you want this shit
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| All my shit is like rape
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| You don’t know who you fuckin' with
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| Day after election day you all know who I’m runnin' with
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| If the shit is way too easy then I don’t trust the shit
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| Been knew I was one of a kind, I been accustomed bitch
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| Who said I wasn’t this? |
| (Laughs)
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| Can’t take away from who I be and are
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| I’m some other shit
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| This what God’s work look like
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| When you uncover it?
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| When I stunt I treat it like lotion way I rub it in
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| I rubbed a couple shoulders and them fuck niggas think we friends
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| I’m tossing money, not the term
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| The term to me is really dead
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| Do everything and die is the goal
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| 'Til then I’m living man |