| Mind on my money
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| Mind on me too
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| Mind on my people
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| Nine on me too
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| Got that cause niggas creeping
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| Creep on me I sleep you
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| Stay away from evils but there’s necessary evils
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| Fit cold
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| Heart cold
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| Don’t owe you shit
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| It go
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| How it go
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| Now get on with it
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| Now move on shit
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| Don’t dwell on it
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| If we said it’s our secret don’t tell on it
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| Now I’m all the sudden a villain
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| Girl you talented, a chameleon
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| Your legs perpendicular to the ceiling
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| But still I gotta say it’s no feelings
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| That convention cuffin in the past
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| No I won’t let you pass
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| But your shell is not my property
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| This is logically my math
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| Got this life sure I’ll live it
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| Isn’t it a given
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| The maturity in my decisions
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| This nigga different
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| The security we want in this love shit
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| Not many deserve that’s a dub bitch
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| Back stabbed and front on this love bit
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| You was mad, stepped out, gave it up quick
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| These days don’t think nothin of it
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| I’m really that nigga and I love it
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| Like really any city in public
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| I turn heads like plates in the oven
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| Microwave is what I wanted
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| But the point was made so fuck it
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| Got a plane to catch so peace out
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| No time to chase no woman
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| No time to taste no drama
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| Only top tier champagne
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| Got em lookin at my life and they life like it ain’t fair mane |