| When she on the road she forget about everything else
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| She doin' tricks on the road and tricks on the pole and everything else
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| She don’t depend on the Lord, 'bout hunnid a show
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| She need nobody help
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| Just tryna figure it out
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| Tired of livin' without
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| All of these one, ten, twenty, fifty, hunnids girl, you can’t even count
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| See, all of these ones, twenty, fifty, hunnids gon' fill up your business
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| account
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| You need a different amount
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| Here, put this shit in the couch
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| I know you with your girls tonight
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| But don’t tll 'em just stick in the couch
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| You want more liquor, w out
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| Need one more brick and we out
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| I know you dropped out of college to pursue the models and thinkin' that you
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| took a different route
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| Tryna do shit on the low, don’t wan’t no one to know, you ain’t in it for clout
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| You said that it was a drought
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| You said you in or you out
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| You tryna be a better you, I get it
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| She on the 'Gram, poppin' like confetti
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| She only dance, she don’t do the telly
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| She get the bands, nigga we could bet it
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| I heard she started fuckin' wit' a P
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| Then she stackin' dead friends like she Melly
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| And she said, «Niggas, they ain’t fuckin' wit' me»
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| So go tell your best friend that I said that she different, slide over here
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| Money, pussy run the world
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| She the type of girl to get it, say she got it
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| Body magazine or a fitting clean
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| Stunning, she the trending topic
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| Private entrance to the tropic
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| Want it and cop it
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| Shorty too bad and you can’t even knock it
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| Fly little bitch, don’t need bitches jock it
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| We keep it flowin' 'round here ain’t no stoppin'
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| Too fly, too fly
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| Get it poppin' by myself
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| I-I-I-I don’t need nobody else
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| Got my nigga on the side but my ho’s on the vibe
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| For that pussy, suicide
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| While I wipeout, like tap out-out
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| Fallin for me, know I’m movin'
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| Some nights, deposits, this ain’t new shit
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| Fiendin' to tell your friends just how I do it
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| If it ain’t me baby, then who?
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| When you back, keep it movin', lil' baby
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| New Chanel for the newer you, baby
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| I know that I influenced you, baby
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| Hustle just like a steward, you baby
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| They don’t know what you do for a bag
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| All that shit that we did, it ain’t normal
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| Get the money and put it in order
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| All this money, they couldn’t afford her
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| She said he makin' a right
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| We got some in the chamber
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| We could kill him tonight
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| She said she wit' all the danger
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| And she say she ride for the key
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| And I know that for certain
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| She don’t know what I did
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| But she know that it’s workin', nigga
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| It’s a different side over here
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| (Jay on the fuckin' juice)
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| (Run it up, Beezee) |