| Golden Child
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| Don’t waste your spark
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| Golden Child
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| Don’t change your heart
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Alright, okay, look, damn
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| Til' I hold a million I ain’t tryin' to hold your hand
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| I think I’m claustrophobic I don’t want too many friends
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| I get 20k a show then I make it bend
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| I-I need them hunnids blue and my shawty red
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| My new girl she so fly, she rock with me, no talking hands
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| I don’t wanna talk unless we talkin' bout some bread
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| I remember when I couldn’t keep my family fed
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| Now my mama don’t fly coach no more it’s only private jets
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| Said I’m comin' back, they like «really? |
| where you been?»
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| Used to have a budget now I’m runnin' up the M’s
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| Balenciaga sneakers, don’t keep track of what I spend
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| I hope that all this money keep me happy in the end
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| Said I’m comin' back, they like «really? |
| where you been?»
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| Used to have a budget now I’m runnin' up the M’s
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| Balenciaga sneakers, don’t keep track of what I spend
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| I hope that all this money keep me happy in the end
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| Hey you saw me doing me right now, so baby don’t pretend
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| I’m speedin' down the freeway goin' 110
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| I let the five-o see me and my windows got no tint
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| Your girl in a bikini by the pool she 'bout to swim
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| I feel like a genie how I grant her every wish
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| I take her to Soho house and get her favorite dish
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| Throw some diamonds man those icicles they frozen on my wrist
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| This party invite only there’s no way you’re getting in
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| I admit, shawty thick (yeah)
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| She brought a friend (yeah)
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| Juice and gin (yeah)
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| The party kicked (yeah)
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| Plot twist (yeah)
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| It’s a twin (yeah)
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| It’s super lit (yeah)
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| Said I’m comin' back, they like «really? |
| where you been?»
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| Used to have a budget now I’m runnin' up the M’s
|
| Balenciaga sneakers, don’t keep track of what I spend
|
| I hope that all this money keep me happy in the end
|
| Said I’m comin' back, they like «really? |
| where you been?»
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| Used to have a budget now I’m runnin' up the M’s
|
| Balenciaga sneakers, don’t keep track of what I spend
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| I hope that all this money keep me happy in the end |