| Money and power these bitches, money and power the same
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| I’m pouring Wock' in my cup, my feelings go down the drain
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| I never had an identity crisis, you niggas can’t say the same
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| Tokyo Drift in the coupe with no lights, Tokyo Drift in the rain
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| Fully automatic, I’m upping my fire
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| Might let a hundred shots off in the sky
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| Never give passes, we don’t let shit fly
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| You niggas on thin ice but won’t shit slide
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| Stood ten toes, I ain’t never switch sides
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| I bust down a script, I need more than six lines
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| I bust off the rip, I’ma let sticks glide
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| I’m clutching for life, I don’t never misfire
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| I’m in Atlanta but we get our glizzies, and dicks, and sticks all from the Chi'
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| SRT Hellcat, I done fucked that bitch up, it still got nine lives
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| no, she don’t skateboard, I just love hoes on they grind
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| oh, she ain’t link for it, I just told her take her time
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| Roadrunning, jugging, finessing all day, I’ma be late for the stage
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| Jump in that water, you better have teeth, 'cause most these niggas get ate
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| Stuck in my ways, I was locked up down in Right Street gambling spades
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| Finna put some Fendi frames on my face 'cause y’all be throwing shade
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| Money and power these bitches, money and power the same
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| I’m pouring Wock' in my cup, my feelings go down the drain
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| I never had an identity crisis, you niggas can’t say the same
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| Tokyo Drift in the coupe with no lights, Tokyo Drift in the rain
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| Fully automatic, I’m upping my fire
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| Might let a hundred shots off in the sky
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| Never give passes, we don’t let shit fly
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| You niggas on thin ice but won’t shit slide
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| Stood ten toes, I ain’t never switch sides
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| I bust down a script, I need more than six lines
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| I bust off the rip, I’ma let sticks glide
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| I’m clutching for life, I don’t never misfire
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| Niggas still broke 'cause they really misguided
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| Niggas still broke and they cannot disguise it
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| I’m in first class and I’m high like a pilot
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| We adding up, we not doing no minus
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| We in the front and them niggas behind us
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| You got a problem, well nigga, come find us
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| They throwing shade 'cause they cannot outshine us
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| Nah, nah, they cannot outshine us
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| Niggas gon' fade away just like a lineup
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| I had to make a way, I made my mind up
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| If you want smoke, boy, I turn to a firetruck
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| Boy, you a joke, and I think your disguise up
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| Eyes on the money, you know that my eyes, yeah, yeah
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| If it’s 'bout money, you know I’ma rise up
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| If it’s 'bout money
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| Money and power these bitches, money and power the same
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| I’m pouring Wock' in my cup, my feelings go down the drain
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| I never had an identity crisis, you niggas can’t say the same
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| Tokyo Drift in the coupe with no lights, Tokyo Drift in the rain
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| Fully automatic, I’m upping my fire
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| Might let a hundred shots off in the sky
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| Never give passes, we don’t let shit fly
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| You niggas on thin ice but won’t shit slide
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| Stood ten toes, I ain’t never switch sides
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| I bust down a script, I need more than six lines
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| I bust off the rip, I’ma let sticks glide
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| I’m clutching for life, I don’t never misfire
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| I be looking for smoke, I ain’t even mask up when we hit that boy, come find us
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| Landscaper, these niggas just weeds, that chopper mow 'em, grind 'em
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| Uncut Gems, feel like Adam Sandler with these diamonds
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| Keep more sticks, more money, more problems, nigga be shining
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| Kicking the doors with Bravo and Pronto, shit went left, niggas got took
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| Even if my niggas still get booked, I still put money up on they books
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| .223, AR-15, put a scope on the bitch, like how it look
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| First lick, forty-six hundred in my pocket, I was a rookie |