| If you ever thought I was going broke
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| You thought wrong my nigga
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| If you ever think I was falling off
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| Fuck you then
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| Don’t let that money fool ya, boy
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| Ain’t shit changed
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| We in Miami on vacay
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| Forty-thousand for the big face
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| And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
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| I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
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| Teachers told me I would never make
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| No money off these words
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| Now I’m not worried 'bout nobody
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| Told that same teacher
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| Look at me, and I didn’t go to college
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| We 'bout to party just like Rick James
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| Oh, now I’m on
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| Albert Einstein, I’m insane
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| But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner
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| With some lumber
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| And a track got off a whole thing
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| I flexed it all when them folks came
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| Aye, I might sacrifice a two
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| Just so I can make ten
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| Got it out the street
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| Made my name in the pavement
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| I went in the club, put it up, I was saving
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| Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
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| Came home, saw a million, then I made some
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| Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan
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| Don’t let that money fool ya, boy
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| Ain’t shit changed
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| We in Miami on vacay
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| Forty-thousand for the big face
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| And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
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| I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
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| Teachers told me I would never make
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| No money off these words
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| Now I’m not worried 'bout nobody
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| Told that same teacher
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| Look at me, and I didn’t go to college
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| My only friend is a Ben Frank
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| I wanted money just like Kinte
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| Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
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| Told momma, «Close the door»
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| 'Cause I’m jumpin' out the porch
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| My only mission is to get paid
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| Lock that money in a big safe
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| Ain’t no tint up on the cars
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| So I know they know it me
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| I ain’t ever had shit
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| I wear my watch when I go to sleep
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| I put a lil money in my smile
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| That the reason I show my teeth (say cheese)
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| And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand of money
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| Just to roll my weed
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| I got my money moved out the hood
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| Can you blame me, nigga?
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| Money made
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| But I’m the same me, nigga
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| Don’t let that money fool ya, boy
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| Ain’t shit changed
|
| We in Miami on vacay
|
| Forty-thousand for the big face
|
| And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
|
| I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
|
| Teachers told me I would never make
|
| No money off these words
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| Now I’m not worried 'bout nobody
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| Told that same teacher
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| Look at me, and I didn’t go to college |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Changed , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Rich As In Spirit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп