| I saw the future, but I don’t do tarot cards
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| I ain’t no psychic, but I pull up solo-dolo
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| I don’t need no sidekick
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| If I do a crime, I won’t leave a clue
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| 'Cause I got no time for indictments
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| I’m playin' my cards like solitaire
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| Can’t do solitary confinement
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| And when it rains, I keep a Gucci umbrella
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| But still shine bright like a diamond
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| In this business, everybody in your business
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| But I still like to keep some shit private
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| Relationship private, flight private
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| Wanna know why you so worried 'bout it
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| You barkin' up the wrong tree
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| Drivin' up the wrong street, go reroute it (Yeah)
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| Born here, still live here
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| Understand, I’m no out-of-towner
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| If you ain’t focused on th bag
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| Bad news, you can’t be around us (Yeah)
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| First tam, all drip
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| You gotta know that I’m one of the founders
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| I put my bitch on the counter
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| To give her the re-up, she my money counter (Yeah)
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| She lovin' the feel of the hundreds
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| She love how I keep it a hundred
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| From the Chi, she came straight out the hundreds
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| Smokin' blunts, we ain’t smokin' one hundreds
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| And I just turned one stack to a hundred
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| She can’t leave 'cause I’m keepin' her cummin'
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| I can’t lie, I’ma keep it one hundred
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| I can’t lie, I’ma keep it one hundred
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| You know how I’m comin'
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| These niggas iffy
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| Fifty, fifty, I’m fifty plus fifty
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| Told me get rich or die tryin', get rich while I’m livin'
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| I got a hustler’s ambition, I fit the description
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| I don’t rock a suit and tie, but they know I’m ready for work
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| I’m stayin' alert
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| They tryna copy how I dress
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| My drip done turned into a wave, they ready to surf
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| If you hit my blunt then you might just leave Earth
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| She got good brain, now I’m nerdy like Urkle
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| She shop at Barneys, she like to smoke purple
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| My tee Sovereign, kicks my Virgil
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| Pants Joe Freshgoods, I been told you
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| I get it early like I’m on a curfew
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| We get the legal money, make it spread
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| And we put the cash on the bed
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| She lovin' the feel of the hundreds
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| She love how I keep it a hundred
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| From the Chi, she came straight out the hundreds
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| Smokin' blunts, we ain’t smokin' one hundreds
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| And I just turned one stack to a hundred
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| She can’t leave 'cause I’m keepin' her cummin'
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| I can’t lie, I’ma keep it one hundred
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| I can’t lie, I’ma keep it one hundred
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| You know how I’m comin' (Excuse me?) |