| I wake up in the morning
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| Ain’t got no time to chill
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| I got to get my cash right
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| I have a new rollie
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| And my diamond looks like a flashlight
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| This morning you can do
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| When they ask me what’s the price
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| I’ve come to die
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| Our bank is screwed
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| And all we do
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| Donuts are still swanging too
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| So it’s served in my bladder
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| The thug say they miss me
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| The thug says it’s history
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| If you want to show me love
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| I just don’t along with scrubs
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| They push me tryin' to get that cush
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| Your bitch can’t take it
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| Pull a wire and then get it
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| I ran out of money
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| Out of hoes
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| If your bitch gets shows
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| Then she got to go
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| I’m giving you all my calm, diamonds and gold
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| If your bitch gets shows
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| Then she got to go
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| It’s a hell of a night
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| I live a hell of a life
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| I know what the fuck I want
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| Whether is wrong or right
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| Stay high as a cop
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| Get drunk as a skunk
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| Me and my hoe buy a house like it’s the first of the month
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| Bad bitch in my bed
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| You can have this world homie if it gets you separated
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| Never thought of parties
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| Empty bottles in our hands
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| And we drink them like they’re
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| I am from overseas
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| I never howl baby
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| And do it with ease
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| I ran out of money
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| Out of hoes
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| If your bitch gets shows
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| Then she got to go
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| I’m giving you all my calm, diamonds and gold
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| If your bitch gets shows
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| Then she got to go
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| Tell your bitch I was gonna get it
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| And what the fuck I do?
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| I know you see me
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| I know you shinning bitch |