| These days all I got is money on my mind
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| Late night walkin' down the street, it’s never fine
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| When we hit the stu', they say, «Your boy one of a kind»
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| Maskin' my emotions, baby girl, say what you find
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| Yeah, boss up, boss up, boss up, boss up, like I’m 2 Chain
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| Kung-fu, kung-fu, breakin' records on my Wu-Tang
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| She just danced that Magic City, sippin' D’USSÉ
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| Industry like Russian roulette on a Tuesday (Wow)
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| Remember when we used to dream about crowds?
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| Now on my free time I’m movin' through clouds
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| Feedin' my fam and I’m holdin' it down
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| What is you losers gon' talk about now?
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| Say that I’m winnin'
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| Been prayin' since kiddie and times that I really just wouldn’t go finish
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| I think of my actions and wonder 'bout passion
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| I’m livin' the realest, I think that I’ll ghost
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| I’m movin' coast, you do the most
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| On the Gram, and yeah, we flow
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| Like I suppose, you boys a joke
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| Don’t get too close, we keepin' notes
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| Have mercy on my soul, on my soul like
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| Hey, how does it feel when you walk in a place?
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| Bitch, it feel great (Great!)
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| How does it feel when you pushin' the wax?
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| Never be late (Late!)
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| They waited for checks, waited for Nikes
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| Waited for less, waited for Silas, waited for Post
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| They waited for this, I’m bringin' the hits, the fuck off my dick
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| These days all I got is money on my mind
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| Late night walkin' down the street, it’s never fine
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| When we hit the stu', they say, «Your boy one of a kind»
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| Maskin' my emotions, baby girl, say what you find
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| What you find?
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| Got a lot up on my mind
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| These days they don’t fuck with you unless you press rewind
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| Switchin' up the 808, we bouncin' all the time
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| Racks inside my backpack, that’s your girlfriend on my line
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| These days all I wanna do is press the line
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| These nights workin', and you know we 'bout to fly
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| Lately I been thinkin' 'bout you when you on my mind
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| Shawty, come and fuck with me, and I’ma make you mine (Ayy)
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| These days all I got is money on my mind
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| Late night walkin' down the street, it’s never fine
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| When we hit the stu', they say, «Your boy one of a kind»
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| Maskin' my emotions, baby girl, say what you find
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| These days all I got is money on my mind
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| Late night walkin' down the street, it’s never fine
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| When we hit the stu', they say, «Your boy one of a kind»
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| Maskin' my emotions, baby girl, say what you find
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| What you find?
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| Tell me what you know about dreams (About dreams)
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| Tell me what you know about nightmares, nothin'
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| Know this life ain’t always what it seems
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| No this life ain’t always what it, what it, ayy
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| One time, two time, three time
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| Got a lotta money, but I got no me time
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| What I need?
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| Balance, balance, what’s my balance?
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| 25 million, need a new challenge
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| Up late night, met The Roots on Fallon
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| Everybody wonder why the boy stay wildin'
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| Never give a damn, no I never give a damn
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| I’m the man with the plan, yeah, you know who I am
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| Walk up in it and everybody know who I am
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| Now they wanna show love, now they wanna be fam
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| But I told you in the beginnin', I never give a damn
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| Money so tall, I’ma need a rubber band (Ah!)
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| Too much to count, too much to count, too much to count
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| Tell God I’ma need another hand
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| Too much pussy in the world, goddamn
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| Baby girl, know I love you, but you need another man
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| Mind on my money and my money on my mind
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| Feelin' fine, one of a kind, been ill with the rhyme
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| Silas from the 'Burg, from the home of the Terrapins (Woo!)
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| Boy blowin' up like a terrorist (Goddamn!)
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| That don’t mean that he gotta speak Arabic
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| World so PC, I’ma need a therapist
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| Mama! |
| Ayy, look at me one mo' 'gain
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| On top of my game, yeah, that’s word to my kin
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| On top of the game, yeah, that’s word to my gan
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| If I had a opportunity, I’d do it all again
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| Comin' for the head, buckshot, I win
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| I don’t play games, I star in 'em
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| That’s word to Naughty Dog
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| That’s word to Last of Us
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| Bobby Boy slow it down, rappin' too fast for us, I’ma keep goin'
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| I’m knowin, I’m passin' the torch to the boy, now go in!
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| These days all I got is money on my mind
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| Late night walkin' down the street, it’s never fine
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| When we hit the stu', they say, «Your boy one of a kind»
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| Maskin' my emotions, baby girl, say what you find
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| What you find? |