| Throw that Jag off the lot
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| I wanted fast cars with the diamonds, the bitches, the dollars
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| Think we found a loophole
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| She thought she hit the jackpot
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| The whip panoramic
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| I know they hate 'cause I made it and I never panic in no situation
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| We let them birds take a bath, 9 to 5 we work the trap on the block paper
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| chasin'
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| I really come from the pavement
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| You 'posed to be my lil' mans but you brung up my name in a past conversation
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| I was down on my dick, tell me what you know 'bout sleeping on top the couch
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| inside the basement
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| The feds did a sweep but I knew it was comin', I didn’t expect you to go make a
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| statement
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| You told me that you would keep it one hundred and I took that straight to the
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| heart, you was fakin'
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| I read the black and whites, like two different races
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| I read all the statements, get two plus the truth
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| That’s what you do to the soldier who rode for you
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| Every time it was time to go and shoot
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| Swerve that Jag off the lot
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| I wanted cash, cars, money, clothes, bitches, with the diamonds and hoes
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| If she thought she hit the jackpot, I bet she can’t believe that I done walked
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| out the door, ayy
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| I feel like a astronaut, I take a trip to Mars, every time I pour a four
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| And even off Xanny bars, it be hard for me to forget times that I was broke
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| Ayy, so I made a vow to my momma and nanny, we ain’t never 'bout to hurt no more
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| The plug out in Cali send dope 'cross the water, we post in the alley while
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| grippin' poles
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| I call that boy left hand, he gon' scrape it out the pot
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| When I guap out the store
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| Tryna deal me 'bout twelve hands and I still played my cards
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| Partner, stick to the code
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| We’ll swing that .380, a car wit' no tags, them niggas know that we livin' life
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| No, my role model ain’t never been Jay-Z but I’m tryna run up a billion like him
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| I want fifty to jack 'cause I’m on a title
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| She can’t even compare me, I’m nothin' like her
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| Hottest thing in the streets, call a firefighter
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| Shawty foreign, no cap, now she come from China
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| She the finest, no, I see no body finer
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| Yeah, that AP be froze up with perfect timing
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| Double cups got me dozin' off all in traffic
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| Drippin' sauce like Cold Hearted that’s off the west end
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| On the street they call Haughton, they shot my best friend
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| Take a look at them people that said I sold my soul, they on the road again
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| And I know these niggas be hatin' 'cause they know that I’m Never Broke Again
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| My momma had said never, never say never, yeah, yeah
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| I was locked in a cell, trappin' off of my cellular, yeah, yeah
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| Locked in a cell, I was down on my dick, I was just starvin'
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| I was just tryin' find the way out, now they hate that I’m rich, ooh
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| Swerve that Jag off the lot
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| I wanted cash, cars, money, clothes, bitches, with the diamonds and hoes
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| If she thought she hit the jackpot, I bet she can’t believe that I done walked
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| out the door, ayy
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| I feel like a astronaut, I take a trip to Mars, every time I pour a four
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| And even off Xanny bars, it be hard for me to forget times that I was broke
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| Ayy, so I made a vow to my momma and nanny, we ain’t never 'bout to hurt no more
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| The plug out in Cali send dope 'cross the water, we post in the alley while
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| grippin' poles
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| I call that boy left hand, he gon' scrape it out the pot
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| When I guap out the store
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| Tryna deal me 'bout twelve hands and I still played my cards
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| Partner, stick to the code |