| Well I was never meant to work
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| But right now it’s fuckin crunch time
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| Grab your trays and get served
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| Like a high school lunch line
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| Bitch
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| They love you when you’re hot
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| But they hate you when you’re nah
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| When I pull up to the spot
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| I make your girls jaw drop
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| I’ve never been shy
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| And you’re lucky I’m alive
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| Because if I wasn’t here
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| You’d have no way to get inspired
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| Damn
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| And you know nobody higher
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| Look up in my eyes and you can tell I blow that fire
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| Call that shit desire, the shit that makes you tighter
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| I’m just trying to stack some money up and then retire
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| Show me the money like Jerry McGuire
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| Cruisin' down PCH with my own driver
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| I’m great, like Tony the Tiger
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| Bowl of Frosted Flakes eat it every single night cuz
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| I’m makin my grand entrance in the room
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| And I’m trying to play it cool but I’m trippin' off shrooms
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| And I can’t tell up from down
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| Left from right but your diggin' my sound
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| This goes down when I sing my hooks
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| Make the girls fall in love open up like books
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| This shit is bananas just like Gwen Stefani
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| And I swear your girls trying to be my baby’s mommy
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| The girl in my car is the girl at the bar
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| She says you’re a lame man your chillin' subpar
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| I got wood like Tiger, man they wanna flaunt me
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| I have dreams about my past and that shit haunts me
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| Now I’m just trying to live my life the best I can
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| Making moves so the money ends up in my hands
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| Some bitches hate me and the other ones are fans
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| It’s cause I put it down like no one else can
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| Oh no
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| I’m about to go back in again
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| Chillin in a room with seven white women
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| Sinnin' again swimmin' in money because I love it
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| I be poppin' bottles in public like FUCK IT
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| Been waitin' on my time to shine
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| Found my hustle, found my grind
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| I’m only gonna tell you motherfuckers this one more time |