| Kilo wrapped 'round my neck
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| Wanted 'round for a check
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| Hundred bets nigga bet
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| Money, power and respect
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| Model bitches with me wet
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| Fuck her 'till she out of breath
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| New niggas thinking you gangsta
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| I fuck around and buy ya set
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| Still ballin' ain’t shit changed
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| Sitting court side at a Knick game
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| Did the right thing no Spike Lee
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| You don’t know another nigga like me
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| THUG-E-S-T to the sight
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| Cartier cover my eyes
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| They wanna know what the fuck else could I want
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| That revenue be my reply
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| They don’t even make 'em like me now days
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| They don’t even make 'em like me now days
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| I done lost count of all the money I make
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| They don’t even make 'em like me nowdays nigga
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| They don’t even make 'em like me now days
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| They don’t even make 'em like me now days
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| Bought a new coupe, had to tell a bad bitch with me work
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| They don’t even make 'em like me now days (work)
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| BVSs on my wrist
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| Crooked, too legit to quit
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| High as a sky scraper screaming, «Hi, haters» crack a seal pint and sip
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| Hope you niggas ain’t forget
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| I’m the nigga with the hits
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| Ball on these niggas and bitches I feel like Michael Jordan back in '96 (ball
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| out)
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| Call me Skeme, call me crooked, call me anything that you want to but broke
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| Stuntin' homie, money on me looking like I’m meeting papi at the boat
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| Type of shit that make them alphabet boys look at you like you still selling
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| dope
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| Its billions of niggas out here in these streets and still I’m the realist you
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| know
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| (Instrumental rides out) |