| From the bar to the penthouse, shit done changed
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| I’m a pro, I ain’t playing in no pick up games
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| You want your paper and I want mine on time
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| It’s funny, I’ve only been doing this shit since ‘09
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| That’s not a long time (another, another)
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| That’s not a long time
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| That’s not a long time
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| It starts off being for the love then it changes
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| Shaking hands with strangers, hopping in and out of Rangers
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| Arrangements with spa treatments in the Caymans
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| Soufflé served fresh out the oven, look amazing
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| Addiction to the finer things in life
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| No more Sizzler, no more Golden Corral
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| Even though Body loves that shit, it’s beneath us
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| Gum under my sneakers
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| I just came off tour, bought my mom a new knee
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| It’s a new day, motherfucker meet the new me
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| I’m so ahead of the game I’m playing 3K in a Kufi
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| You still acting like a groupie
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| Roll out of bed to cold marble floors in the summer
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| I need my bank account like a German phone number
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| Call Klaus, I want the Porsche loaded
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| Shit look like it’s doing aerobics, all white like Maury Povich
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| I wasn’t given this, I chose this
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| I’m eating well so I’m looking bloated
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| I’m on the plane, but I could have floated, uh
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| You know I’m golden, just like the hair on Hulk Hogan
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| The pure oil makes me cough like when the doctor checks my nuts for cancer
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| Hop in a Lancer like a dancer, I’m the answer
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| The many different questions Russian scientists don’t even know
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| I guess that you ain’t need to know
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| Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke
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| Drink what I wanna drink
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| Buttnaked in the Cherokee
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| You know I’m high ‘til they bury me
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| I’m staying high ‘til they bury me
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| Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke
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| Drink what I wanna drink
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| Buttnaked in the Cherokee
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| I’m staying high ‘til they bury me
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| Too high to die ‘til they bury me
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| (It's not a long time)
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| (Another, another)
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| (It's not a long time)
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| (It's not a long time)
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| (It's not a long time)
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| (Another, another) |