| Now that you’re focused
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| I’m glad that you noticed
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| The realest nigga here
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| It’s kinda chilly being the coldest
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| Me and Timbo in that two-door, making our «Otis»
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| Now witness the chosen
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| It’s just different here
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| Monte Carlo nights, let her throw the dice
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| Play in paradise
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| All I know is white
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| Get the powder gone
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| Bitches love to shop, levitate the mall
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| Mattress full of money, let it break the fall
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| Woo! |
| She used to fly on a buddy pass
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| They say when the money go, you hope that your honey last
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| I been preaching since money, cash— hoes
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| And I promise, I hardly see you
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| From where I am it’s so hard to see you
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| Got money I’ve been different ever since
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| Maybe it’s me and my arrogance
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| Who are you, who are you anyway?
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| Who are you, who are you anyway?
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| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you
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| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you
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| I’m the fire and the base
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| I’m admired by the greats
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| This to each and every rap nigga
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| I look you liars in the face
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| Cold case, Rolls Wraith
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| Big dipper, constellation in the ceiling, see the stars
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| See the jewelry, all rock, no guitar
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| Who you know better with the raw?
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| Bogota, she like finessing niggas
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| She gets a Range Rover Sport
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| And got seats on the court from the best of niggas
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| I never bit at that apple
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| I never lost my El Chapo
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| I can still grab it, and bag it and capsule
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| Covered in white like I walked in the chapel
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| I’m that cold
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| And I promise, I hardly see you
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| From where I am it’s so hard to see you
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| Got money I’ve been different ever since
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| Maybe it’s me and my arrogance
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| Who are you, who are you anyway?
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| Who are you, who are you anyway?
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| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you
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| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you
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| The last dope dealer
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| Red leather in a room full of Thrillers
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| The mamas, they zombies
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| Chase a nigga for the money, they behind me
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| Woo, safe look like it got a printer
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| Ain’t no rappers in that Sprinter
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| Ain’t no saints, only sinners
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| What bitch ain’t fucked a winner?
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| I’m a blue ribbon nigga
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| Talk down on you two pigeon niggas
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| Front five or better
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| Yeah, I got a mountain of it, you could climb forever |