| Yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Ayy
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| I was layin' low from the suit and ties
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| They look for my gang for a homicide
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| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives
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| This drug game left me traumatized
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up
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| Ayy, don’t make a change up
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up
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| Ayy, don’t make a change up
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| Still always dream, buyin' Rollies for the team
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| Chopper gun just shootin' shit
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| Pussy nigga on the boomings
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| I ain’t breakin' no bread if he don’t eat with us
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| In the trap with a strap with a street nigga
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| You ain’t gettin' no money, you a flea nigga
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| Half a million in the trap, that’s me nigga
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| I’m just gettin' ready for the suit and ties
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| He strapped, I’m strapped, that’s do-or-die
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| Pussy niggas irritate me like fruit flies
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| Hood full, cool nigga, whole crew die
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| Niggas talkin' too much, I ain’t into flexin'
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| Niggas pillow talking, I ain’t into textin'
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| Pussy niggas on the internet
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| My niggas, we ain’t into that
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| Same old nigga when I came in
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| On call, on money I’m chainin'
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| If a nigga move bricks in the payment
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| Slide on him with the jam shit
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| Slide on him, left the K with him
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| Wonderful fuck up your day shit
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| All of my niggas some made men
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| None of my niggas ain’t changin', gang
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| I was layin' low from the suit and ties
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| They look for my gang for a homicide
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| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives
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| This drug game left me traumatized
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up
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| Ayy, don’t make a change up
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up
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| Ayy, don’t make a change up
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| Don keep the tool with me, I got goons with me
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| And you know me, I never slip
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| My bitch from the honors, my weed come from Cali
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| And I got some diamonds from Elliot
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| I roll with the fellas and predicates
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| You was usin' that work, I was sellin' it
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| My body is full of that medicine
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| Baby bottle just to measure it
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| I got the lean, the lean, the lean, the drugs is makin' me naseous
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| I got the keys, the keys, the keys, the keys, I jump in the Rari, the doors lift
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| Please watch your step when the sauce drip
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| I came in the game with some boss shit
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| I came with some hustle niggas and a bunch of niggas I was runnin' in stores
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| with (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| Niggas can hate and they plot
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| But I know that they focused on takin' my spot
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| I’m just focused on makin' a lot
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| A week in the trap with a plate and a pot
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| My flow is just frightening
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| I bet all the rumors gon' call and recite it
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| In the trenches where no one’s invited
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| I came a long way, gettin' law from indicted
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| I was layin' low from the suit and ties (fuck nigga)
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| They look for my gang for a homicide (baow baow baow, brraow baow baow,
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| baow baow)
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| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives (lil bitch, lil bitch)
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| This drug game left me traumatized (rich nigga)
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up (fuck nigga, lil nigga,
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| lil nigga, lil nigga)
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| Ayy, don’t mak ea change up
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up (lil snot-nosed bitch,
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| lil bitch, lil bitch)
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| Ayy, don’t make a change up (rich nigga, rich nigga)
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| It change you, and I gotta aim too
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| Took my hitters with me nigga, hear my killers came too
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| Took my Lam' to New York City, my Aston, Rari came too
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| You a bitch, I’m a soldier, I’m a big pistol toter
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| Hold up, wait, pause, slow down, slow down, wait a minute, we gotta shot
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| I got niggas in the penitentiary doin' a life sentence, free the whole crew,
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| yeah
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| I’m in the dope boy powder, yeah, I’m in a dope boy Rari, yeah
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| I sold real narcotics, yeah, and I ain’t tell nobody, yeah
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| I got my heater, I got my lil killers with me
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| And you know I gotta feed 'em
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| I got my feet up, I’m in the back of the Maybach
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| I got on turk in my peoples
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| Sellin' them rocks, yeah, I been posted on the block, yeah
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| I love my niggas, 'cause we all we got left
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| I was layin' low from the suit and ties
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| They look for my gang for a homicide
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| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives
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| This drug game left me traumatized
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up
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| Ayy, don’t make a change up
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| They said make that money, don’t make a change up
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| Ayy, don’t make a change up |