| Damn man
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| Nard &B
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| I done just woke up
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| A fuckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another bitch
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| Trenchwerk
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| And another bankroll, hey
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| I take my hustle state to state say I go different places
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| I shake a lot of hands do shows and I see different faces
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| I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'
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| Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
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| I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| I watch my cousin, the kitchen he like a slave (he whip it up)
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| My uncle died from that needle yeah it was AIDs nigga (my Uncle Roy)
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| Turner Field might be gone but I’m still brave nigga (say what)
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| That money counter count it for me I’ma made man (that money baby)
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| I told my buddy don’t re-nig like a spades hand (I don’t re-nig)
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| These Cartiers but they used to be some Ray Bans (rich homie)
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| Everyday I’m Sunday fresh I talk that shit just like the preacher (I talk that
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| shit)
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| Niggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)
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| They don’t hear what I’m sayin' they like a car without no speakers (that right
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| too)
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| I take my hustle state to state say I go different places
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| I shake a lot of hands do shows and I see different faces
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| I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'
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| Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
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| I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| The biggest
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| Reservations at chops, Lamborghini’s no tops
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| Menages for lunch, Ferrari’s out front
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| We might fuck on the lake, so much paper to make
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| Rubberbands on the hundreds, sip rosé in the bank
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| I made her quit her job, Moschino she’s a star
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| Versace in the fall, Gucci I keep her raw
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| She so clean and celine, plus she cute as could be
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| I like to take photos, like to keep her for me
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| Flatline fuck her 'till that pussy dead
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| Keep her off that social media a couple day
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| She went and got it tatted said a nigga name
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| She know I got her back I mean a million ways
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| I take my hustle state to state say I go different places
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| I shake a lot of hands do shows and see different faces
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| I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
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| I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'
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| Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
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| I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Think About It , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Rich As In Spirit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп