| She don’t want Burberry say she want Celine
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| My niggas the reason detective on the crime scene
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| Is you gone come outside or you gone hide when it’s pressure
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| I don’t need a stylist, hundred thousand in my dresser
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| That money will turn your friends to enemies
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| They ain’t tell us but I want a fortune
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| No one around but I still here voices, brand new AP
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| Money don’t make me, money don’t make me dawg
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| Brand new top speed, my car and my hoe look better when the top come off
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| Thought you wanted me winning, I thought you would smile didn’t think that you
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| face would fall
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| Fucked up in the trenches
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| I gotta thank God cause shit so different now
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| I thought about venting
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| But shawty might go put all my business out
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| Put a scope on it, that’s more aim, no toothbrush, no mouthwash
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| Nigga where was you when I need shoes, I was posted in the drug house
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| One of me, a hundred of y’all
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| I was taught to never back down
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| This niggas gotta kill me before they play me
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| Fifty in my clip like Curtis, all them youngins know is murder
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| I got money that’s for certain
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| It ain’t nun to turn them dirt
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| I try with my heart first
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| Then I try my brain it work
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| Grinding like I’m Tony Hawk, stacking this green like Larry Bird
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| Never at peace, I got love in the streets, whenever I turn it be hugging the
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| curve
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| Tru got it right he just post on the dead end
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| Fuck the game but I’m having my head in
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| Three hundred thousand on the Urus
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| No insurance on my jewelry
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| Hope them demons let me go like Takeoff
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| Need 60K to hit Lure like Adolph
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| Old Mac 11 when I’m in Atlanta like Trey Young
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| Came from nothing nigga remember life didn’t matter, I made one
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| On the internet they keep throwing shots, but they can’t take nun
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| Burn this money up keep talking bout cremate it, still pulling up Ashton
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| Still pulling up Ashton, still pulling up Ashton
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| She don’t want Burberry say she want Celine
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| My niggas the reason detective on the crime scene
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| Is you gone come outside or you gone hide when it’s pressure
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| I don’t need a stylist, hundred thousand in my dresser
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| That money will turn your friends to enemies
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| They ain’t tell us but I want a fortune
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| No one around but I still here voices, brand new AP
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| Money don’t make me, money don’t make me dawg |