| Now I don’t want for nothin nigga
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| And if you owe me I don’t want it back
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| Now they on the pictures with ya
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| Askin where the money at, yeah
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| I got the product, now I’m runnin' north
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| My flow be out of space cause I study stars
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| It’s crazy, all these niggas they just want it all
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| So when you get it, you don’t split it, then they cut you off
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| But tell me, hold up — I don’t mean to cut you off
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| He like Curry with the 30, he might let it off
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| With my queen, she like Latifah when she set it off
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| I’m like «mother fuck you niggas dog, I’m better off»
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| But I don’t want for nothin nigga
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| And if you owe me I don’t want it back
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| Now they on the pictures with ya
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| Askin where the money at
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| But who woulda knew, who woulda knew
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| Now that I have this game, bitches tattin up my name now
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| Who woulda knew, who woulda knew
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| And now that I have it live, now we headin to the top (woo)
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| Yeah, and when you get it cause you went without it
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| You start to doubt it but that’s just ya vision gettin' clouded
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| Rainy days still stays up in ya memories
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| Feelin' like they say what you meant to be but hold ya head up!
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| I never let up, it’s vizzle V and that’s for Vendetta
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| I’m gettin' fed up, these haters want it, I wouldn’t let em
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| I even fed em but quickly forget how a nigga let em
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| This shit’s the letter, it’s «love a nigga in every letter»
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| It’s just a movie, continued the saga
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| You never know, maybe tomorrow I hear from my father
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| The shit get deeper than an ocean, it’s harder the harbor
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| I show em love, I show em honor, cause this is my comma
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| But I don’t want for nothin nigga
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| And if you owe me I don’t want it back
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| Now they on the pictures with ya
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| Askin where the money at
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| But who woulda knew, who woulda knew
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| Now that I have this game, bitches tattin up my name now
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| Who woulda knew, who woulda knew
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| And now that I have it live, now we headin to the top (woo)
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| Yeah, hoe please, hoe please
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| Fuck you local hoes, all my hoes be overseas
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| Always getting tatted, smokin kush, drinkin OE
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| Yeah, stay under the needle like where OV OB
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| Tat tat, she, braap braap
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| She, showin all your money, that’s a rat trap
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| She, got no bigger counter, tryna' cash that
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| She, runnin towards the money, this the last lap
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| She, «oh that’s Rula?», «heard this music»
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| Hit me with the hundred stunners, mouth full of, gold
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| Always held it down and that’s somethin you can’t, hold
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| Gave this shit my all, blood, sweat, tears and soul
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| But I don’t want for nothin nigga
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| And if you owe me I don’t want it back
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| Now they on the pictures with ya
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| Askin where the money at
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| But who woulda knew, who woulda knew
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| Now that I have this game, bitches tattin up my name now
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| Who woulda knew, who woulda knew
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| And now that I have it live, now we headin to the top (woo) |