| Money’s the motivation — money’s the conversation
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| You on vacation, we gettin' paid, so…
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| We don’t placate 'em, I did it for the fam'
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| It’s whatever we had to do, it’s just who I am
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| Yeah — it’s the life I chose
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| Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
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| And we got it cookin' like a one-eyed stove
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| You can catch me kissin' my girl with both eyes closed
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| Perfectin' my passion, thanks for askin'
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| Couldn’t slow down so we had to crash it
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| You use plastic, we 'bout cash
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| I see some people ahead that we gon' pass, yeah!
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| I never fear death or dying
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| I only fear never trying
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| I am whatever I am
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| Only God can judge me now
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| One shot, everything rides on
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| Tonight, even if I’ve got
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| Three strikes, I’mma go for it
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| This moment, we own it
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| And I’m not to be played with
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| Because it could get dangerous
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| See these people I ride with
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| This moment, we own it
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| And the same ones I ride with be the same ones that I die with
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| Put it all out on the line with
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| If you lookin' for me you can find Wiz
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| In the new car or the Crown with my new broad
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| That’s a fine chick, and the Weather Squad, I’m down with
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| Ain’t no way around it
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| What you say? |
| Tell me what you say?
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| Workin' hard, reppin' for my dawgs, so this every day
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| Takin' off, lookin' out for all, makin' sure we ball like the mob
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| All you do is call, catch you if you fall, Young Khalifa |