| Yeah
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| Got my heart racin'
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| Can’t wait till we all make it
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| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m just grindin' with my gang until we all make it
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| Chasin' all this money got my heart racin'
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| I can’t fuck with niggas, they be all hatin'
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| It’s funny how these bitches think we all datin'
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| Ohhh, I be heart breakin'
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| I can’t fuck with bitches, they be all chasin'
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| Drivin' in this foreign got my heart racin'
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| I swear I can’t wait until we all make it
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| Yeah, till we all make it
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| I swear I can’t wait until we all make it
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| Drivin' in that foreign got my heart racin'
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| Chasin' all this money got my heart racin'
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| Man I swear this right here might be my theme song
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| I don’t leave the house if I don’t got my chains on
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| Sorry, baby, I can’t cuff you, bitch, I ain’t gone
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| I just wanna smoke dope and get my lean on
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| Get my dream on, put my whole team on
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| Cut some snakes off that tried to get their scheme on
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| Fuck it though that’s life, I just bought some new ice
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| I just crashed a new foreign, only drove the bitch twice
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| I used to eat gravy and rice, now I can eat steak every night
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| I can take a nigga wife, I fuck her, she won’t stay the night
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| Remember bitches tried to play me
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| Now them same hoes chase me
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| Man this lifestyle crazy
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| But I will never get lazy
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| I’m just grindin' with my gang until we all make it
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| Chasin' all this money got my heart racin'
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| I can’t fuck with niggas, they be all hatin'
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| It’s funny how these bitches think we all datin'
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| Ohhh, I be heart breakin'
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| I can’t fuck wit bitches, they be all chasin'
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| Drivin' in this foreign got my heart racin'
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| I swear I can’t wait until we all make it
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| I swear I can’t wait till we all make it
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| Whole team passports goin' them far places
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| Houses with all of them acres, rollie’s with all them big faces
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| Ain’t no more catchin' new cases, smiles on all of our faces
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| Man, it’s crazy how we came up from nothin'
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| We was just on the block fuckin' hustlin'
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| Sellin' them rocks and duckin' them cops, fuckin' that work all up in the pot
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| Beefin' with nigga’s from right down the block
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| Pullin' all nighters and X’n out ops
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| Now it’s all these bad bitches at my hotel
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| Remember my phone only used to ring for coke sales
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| Now I’m on tour doin' shows now
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| Heart racin' chasing paper on the road now
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| I’m just grindin' with my gang until we all make it
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| Chasin' all this money got my heart racin'
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| I can’t fuck with niggas, they be all hatin'
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| It’s funny how these bitches think we all datin'
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| Ohhh, I be heart breakin'
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| I can’t fuck with bitches they be all chasin'
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| Drivin' in this foreign got my heart racin'
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| I swear I can’t wait until we all make it |