| No, I cannot go — I got a son and my youngin
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| He gotta see daddy on TV
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| No, I cannot go — I like my jealous bad bitches
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| Givenchy, new whips and fifties
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| So I cannot go — I got some people to take care of
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| And gang they need me though
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| I cannot go — I gotta make it
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| Think how I’m gonna squeeze her
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| Be dead if you leave me though
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| Mama would fuck me
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| But I got some to pick up
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| On a rustlin' know I can’t call
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| I did get way too much top
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| ‘Till I fall so I know no no no no
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| I’m on the go
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| I’m doin' show after show with the bros
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| We just smoke out the our
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| We count the cash on the floor
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| Hundred bands on the floor
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| Need some more so you know I get dough
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| So no no no no
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| Young nigga do what I wanna
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| New Bentley coupe for the summer
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| Toss up some Q’s to the runner
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| I filled that coupe with the hundreds
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| Jumped out that coupe like money through roof
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| It was accident, niggas they hate ‘cause they stagnant
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| This shit be so tragic
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| I just caught a play with a bad bitch
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| I like the Bixcotti, I feel like I’m working for NASA
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| Your sheep fell in love with the trapper
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| And burned off a fuckin' a sack up
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| In two seater, pussy be strapped up
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| I know I can go, tell me I’m up in a mac up
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| Make that lil nigga do backflips
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| You tellin' your nigga to back up
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| I’m tourin', I’m runnin' the racks up the mattress
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| Make bad bitches lap up designer
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| My drink pourin' a cup
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| You dummy — my niggas gonna act up cause
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| No, I cannot go — I got a son and my youngin
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| He gotta see daddy on TV
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| No, I cannot go — I like my jealous bad bitches
|
| Givenchy, new whips and fifties
|
| So I cannot go — I got some people to take care of
|
| And gang they need me though
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| I cannot go — I gotta make it
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| Think how I’m gonna squeeze her
|
| Be dead if you leave me though
|
| Mama would fuck me
|
| But I got some to pick up
|
| On a rustlin' know I can’t call
|
| I did get way too much top
|
| ‘Till I fall so I know no no no no
|
| I’m on the go
|
| I’m doin' show after show with the bros
|
| We just smoke out the our
|
| We count the cash on the floor
|
| Hundred bands on the floor
|
| Need some more so you know I get dough
|
| So no no no no
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| We count that cash on the floor
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| Then we stack that shit up to the ceiling
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| I jump out the eight, such a feeling
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| I jump in the ‘reign, such a feeling
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| But so we came in the building
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| My sneakers the cover chameleon
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| I can’t wait to touch me a million
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| I trap with some pigeons
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| killed
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| And my thunder just shot up the speakers
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| We put them Ferraris' and Beemers'
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| Designer you see us
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| It’s foreign whips and the sneakers
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| I stepped on the gas in Balencias
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| Squeeze on the clip ‘till it’s empty
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| She sucked on that dick ‘till it’s empty
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| I bought her Ralph Lauren and Givenchy
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| I can’t love no bitch and she left me
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| I told her you may don’t get with me forever
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| So would you get married and still be together cause
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| No, I cannot go — I got a son and my youngin
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| He gotta see daddy on TV
|
| No, I cannot go — I like my jealous bad bitches
|
| Givenchy, new whips and fifties
|
| So I cannot go — I got some people to take care of
|
| And gang they need me though
|
| I cannot go — I gotta make it
|
| Think how I’m gonna squeeze her
|
| Be dead if you leave me though
|
| Mama would fuck me
|
| But I got some to pick up
|
| On a rustlin' know I can’t call
|
| I did get way too much top
|
| ‘Till I fall so I know no no no no
|
| I’m on the go
|
| I’m doin' show after show with the bros
|
| We just smoke out the our
|
| We count the cash on the floor
|
| Hundred bands on the floor
|
| Need some more so you know I get dough
|
| So no no no no |