| I see the strangest things
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| The evil that money brings
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| I swear it’s like a disease
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| That goes round and round and round like sirens
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| And they wanna bury me
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| Why? |
| Cause I’m anti everything
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| I swear it’s like a disease
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| That goes round and round and round like sirens
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy after all
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy not at all
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| Get in them drawers
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| I had a dream I had it all
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| I woke up and really had it all
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| The three leading killers of you niggas
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| Is the shit that’s most appealing to you niggas
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| Even I fell victim to it, your pride don’t let you do it
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| The lies will get you through it
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| Money, pussy, alcohol, what a wonderful cocktail
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| Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it
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| Dope is like a two-way street
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| The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat
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| Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep
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| Every sparkle in the club that wasn’t ours, we compete
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| Poor minds, poor decision makers
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| No reward, then what’s the risk you taking?
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| New bitch I been fucking might start a rap war
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| Won’t unveil it yet, can’t tell it yet
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| Defense wins games Bill Belichick
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| These hoes having Google numbers, niggas better check
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| Yuugh
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy after all
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy not at all
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| Get in them drawers
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| I had a dream I had it all
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| I woke up and really had it all
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| Shout out my bitches fucking baseball niggas
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| That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts
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| Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits
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| Now the Major League’s where you’re fishing
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| You young and hot, so why not?
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| The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot
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| We can’t judge you ‘cause we ain’t hug you
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| We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas fuck you
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| For real, we made you watch from afar
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| Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star
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| Until we seen them foreign cars pull up
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| And watch them pick you up
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| And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough
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| So, make us proud, make it count
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| Until you learn to love ‘em, make ‘em spare no amount
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| Make ‘em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it
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| Take advantage of it when you’re worth it
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| Real bitches worth it
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy after all
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy not at all
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| Get in them drawers
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| I had a dream I had it all
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| I woke up and really had it all
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| I’ve been watching all you real niggas
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| I done seen more won’t than you will niggas
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| Take a swing, snatch a chain
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| Lose your mind, go insane
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| I’m in the club, you in the club too
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| I got money, you got money too
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| You think it’s honey dew
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| Whispering in my ear like a hunny do
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| Eyeballing every bottle that we running through
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| Trying to stand near, nigga damn near
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| Pushing bitches out the way to Instagram here
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| It’s no pictures, now you in your feelings
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| I’m a real dope boy, no stranger dealings
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| Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos
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| Nickel bag niggas, all of a sudden Ninos
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| I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money
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| I get it done for quarter ki money, for real
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy after all
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| Money, pussy, alcohol
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| You niggas pussy not at all
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| Get in them drawers
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| I had a dream I had it all
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| I woke up and really had it all |