| Cardo Got Wings
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| Oh, they know that shit around
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| I don’t sell dreams, ‘cause I’m too busy livin' ‘em
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| And I don’t flash stacks, ‘cause I’m too busy flippin' ‘em (Yeah)
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| Watch forty G’s at the minimum (Forty)
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| Ask about Pay, since a youngin', I been killin' ‘em (Yuh)
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| Don’t bring dude around me, his vibe — I ain’t feelin' him (Nah)
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| I know a snake before it hiss, when it strike, just hope it miss
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| I can’t hold convos with niggas on that hopin' shit
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| I just used a condo for merch, I’m on some focused shit (Yeah)
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| BYLUG the label, 2−6 what I’m rollin' with
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| Pockets on some swollen shit, Patek on some frozen shit (Whew!)
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| Niggas blowin' money every day, I’m like what gold is this?
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| Niggas tryna spend the most, I’m out here tryna get the most
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| Write a check and get a Ghost, on me, you gon' get approached (Yuh)
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| By a crazy-lookin' nigga, I suggest you pay him, bro (Please)
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| Lil boys say the most, grown men say the least
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| Paid the cost to be the boss, got my invoice and my receipt, nigga
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| Money don’t make you no realer
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| But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga
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| Two choices growin' up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?)
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| Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga
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| I don’t need it on the flyer, they gon' know we in town (Oh, they know)
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| They gon' know we in town (Yeah)
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| I don’t know flash money or guns, but they know it’s around (Yeah, they know)
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| Oh, they know it’s around
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| I fronted work to have-nots, so they can have knots (Uh)
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| Now, I’m on the Ave in the Benz with the ragtop
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| Sippin' Louis XIII out a red cup (Yuh)
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| Plottin' on a black ‘Rrari with the red guts (Yeah)
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| I was baggin' rigs up before Exotic started wholesalin'
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| Saw some different profit (Yuh), no time for the gossip
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| Hit me up when you find a better topic
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| Like how to make money while vacatin' at the tropics (Boy)
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| I’m on some family wealth shit, you on some all-for-self shit
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| So, tell me how you broke, but you greedy and you selfish? |
| (How?)
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| Let that be a lesson, bruh, you fuck your own blessings up (You)
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| Burnin' bridges with niggas that would’ve helped you level up (Dummy)
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| Back when I would peddle dust, a nigga used to settle much
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| Rockin' a rubber band, but wishin' I was Bezel’d up
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| So, I started grindin' tough, now I’m shinin' diamonds up (Yeah)
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| Niggas change on you when they see you climbin' up (Fuck ‘em!)
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| Money don’t make you no realer
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| But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga
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| Two choices growin' up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?)
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| Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga
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| I don’t need it on the flyer, they gon' know we in town (Oh, they know)
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| They gon' know we in town (Yeah)
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| I don’t know flash money or guns, but they know it’s around (Yeah, they know)
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| Oh, they know it’s around |