| If it ain’t money and love what would you search for?
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| The pussy is free but the workhorse
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| We can give you all of the streams and give you all of the game
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| But you the dickhead getting jerked off
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| My gun getting hotter than yardi food with jerk sauce
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| He ain’t a good man why he shop at Bergdorf?
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| Kid on the whip, take a trip to see paradise
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| Come from a strip where it’s lit, yeah the barrel life
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| Live low in the cab like I’m Pablo using the satellite
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| Bandits go to war so everyday is battle life
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| My lil' nigga told me that green is the new white
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| Pray to God 'cause I seen what a demon can do twice
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| In the day it’s yellow gold in the evening it’s blue ice
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| And we lighting medicine 'cause niggas is flu-like
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| Two guns, two mics, where I’m moving my two nikes in
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| Any work I touch I can move it in two nights
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| I live it up with my niggas and we got the pictures
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| It’s speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches
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| I’m still the same lil' nigga was eating free lunches
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| Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
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| Hear everybody say I’m on and I got it made
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| Man I’m just tryna make sure that my family’s bills paid
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| They counting pockets they worried bout what I ran through
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| How can I concern myself with what another man do?
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| Rob me and I guarantee that the semi popping
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| Set up shop and I can get this off on any block
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| 20 Spots plus I’m buying everybody’s crop
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| My plug got a glass eye just like Fetty Wap
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| And I don’t diddy bop
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| In the club I city tuck
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| I got the drum white bitches pulling titties out
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| Long flights hard white ain’t get me rich enough
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| I’m hard headed, yeah I couldn’t get it quick enough
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| I’m from a city where they’ll kill you if you live it up
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| You can tell what I’m smoking when I lit it up
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| No mask broad day they’ll make you give it up
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| 20 Mil in the back of a pick-up truck
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| 6 Phones, big homes still clip clones
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| Get stoned, buy a pound burn it till it’s gone
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| Good vibes, good times yeah I’m really on
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| Wake up in the morning piss Perignon
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| I live it up with my niggas and we got the pictures
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| It’s speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches
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| I’m still the same lil' nigga was eating free lunches
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| Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
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| Hear everybody say I’m on and I got it made
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| Man I’m just tryna make sure that my family’s bills paid
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| They counting pockets they worried bout what I ran through
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| How can I concern myself with what another man do?
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| I consider myself amongst the elite, think before I speak
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| Feds on 'em spent the month on the creep, gunning in sneaks
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| Deuce deuce style
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| Move wild, new gun new trial
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| I came up on a few rounds
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| Butter pieces like
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| Two door coupé style
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| All your statements was legible
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| Indictments get frightening get nervous you heard was federal
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| First class I push a button my seat a bed now
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| In the clouds thinking bout homies most of them dead now
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| I hardly stress used to spend the night on the stoop smack
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| When Stella got her groove back
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| Gave me a blue flag, wrong
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| You chose to be broke
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| What made you choose that?
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| Netflix with my next bitch
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| Guess Orange is the new black
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| Hammers like ID we keep 'em
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| Brought the phantom to the beacon
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| Since Tim Duncan was a demon deacon
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| I done see the precinct
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| Father did fed time, missed a lot of my bedtimes
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| Karl Lagerfeld on that Fendi
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| Fur by the neckline
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| I live it up with my niggas and we got the pictures
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| It’s speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches
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| I’m still the same lil' nigga was eating free lunches
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| Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
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| Hear everybody say I’m on and I got it made
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| Man I’m just tryna make sure that my family’s bills paid
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| They counting pockets they worried bout what I ran through
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| How can I concern myself with what another man do? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pictures , by - Berner. Song from the album Vibes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп