| introThey let us in the rap game
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| I swear they let me in the motherfucking rap game
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| Got a chick,
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| I call her Lola, she feel like the ocean
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| Like to drink and smoke some doja and I feel like smoking
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| Plus she good at charming cobras, I feel like I’m chosen
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| But she ain’t the only one, no
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| Got a chick, I call her Katia, she be actin bougie
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| The she came through and topped me off, now she just a groupie
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| Got the aura of the mafia, her friends wish they knew me
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| But they ain’t the only ones
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| What they want, what they want,
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| what they want
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| Dollar signs, yeah, I know it’s what they want
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| What they want, what they want, what they want
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| Y’all ain’t fooling me at all
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| I been at this shit for 9 years,
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| now they starting to call
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| I’m a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
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| Yippee kiyay, aw yeah, 'bout to set it off
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| I’m probably the only one, yeah
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| Come correct when you approach me, I can size you up
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| Takin' all the shots like Kobe, almost 81
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| Guess I gotta play the goalie and go and save me some
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| I’m proabably the only one, ye-ah
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| What they want, what they want,
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| what they want
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| Dollar signs, yeah, I know it’s what they want
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| What they want, what they want, what they want
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| Y’all ain’t fooling me at all
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| Who wants my money, I’ll tell you who I
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| don’t fuck with
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| Who’s pulling strings, I’m just pointing out all the puppets
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| What I’m demanding is fucking up all the budgets
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| I’m smart as fuck, they be talking like I’m the dumbest
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| But I know what they want from me, dollars, lotta stock in me
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| It ain’t nothing personal, it’s business and I’m a commodity
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| But honestly, Pop Pop would be turning in his grave
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| The day I let someone else become the boss of me
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| When there’s a boss in me, I’ll be damned
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| What they want, what they want,
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| what they want
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| Dollar signs, yeah, I know it’s what they want
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| What they want, what they want, what they want
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| Y’all ain’t fooling me at all |