| And they say they ballin', but I do it how the pro’s do
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| Where we goin' next week I let my hoes choose
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| No socks in my boat shoes
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| Guess a nigga eatin' good like Whole Foods
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| Not a couple cameras now they bring the whole crew
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| Bad bitch ridin' with me, so she pose too
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| See me and my guys like a plane flown through
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| Hella high, roll up weed up like I’m supposed to
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| And now I’m into big things
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| Own the building, you need to know the tenant rate
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| Gettin' paid still ridin' no shirt
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| Let a bitch give me brain call it homework
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| Niggas try hatin' on 'em but it don’t work
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| A lotta shit done changed
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| New clothes, new car, new thangs
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| The same boys that used to be at the bottom came up
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| That’s what they say
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| Used to not be allowed in the building
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| But now we on the rooftop
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| Used to not be allowed in the building
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| But now we on the rooftop
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| Slow money just as bad as gettin' no money
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| But learn to get good show money, that’s your money
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| Get comfortable with it, really know money
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| Rich nigga shit, that really goes for me
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| Self made nigga, well played
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| I’m on the plane drinkin' champagne and lemonade
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| You tryna copy what’s done, I’m tryna innovate
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| And club owners gettin' tired of tryna ventilate, big mistake
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| I’m too busy findin' places and trips to take
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| The more I smoke the more money my business make
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| Remember they used to be like who is this?
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| Now, I’m up in this bitch, they light up like independance day
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| When you around the real, you keep it real everyday
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| My niggas keep it real, so I hear what they say
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| Either you gettin' paid or you payin' to play
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| Either you on your grind or you stay out the way
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| A lotta shit done changed
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| New clothes, new car, new thangs
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| The same boys that used to be at the bottom came up
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| That’s what they say
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| Used to not be allowed in the building
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| But now we on the roof top
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| Used to not be allowed in the building
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| But now we on the roof top
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| Just made a million, got another million on my schedule
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| The pick up on my Ferrari, you jets or you jetless
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| You niggas ain’t help us, on second thoughts you did
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| They hatin' was the fuel for this shit
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| So you wrote your own check off a ho ass
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| Sweatin' bullets at home, wonderin' if she comin' back
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| Whodi you a simp and she can smell it on ya
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| That’s why you only see her when you buyin' stuff for her
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| We was sneakin' in then it was general admission
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| Now we own the arena decidin' who allowed in it
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| My windows ain’t tinted, pimpin', I ain’t trippin'
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| Had showered that shit, I’m just ballin' and chillin'
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| We plotted this out, one night in the city
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| Now we Los Angeles, medicine cabinet twistin'
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| Our habits are expensive, we gotta have it
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| TwitPicin' when we get it and they mad at us, fuck them niggas
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| A lotta shit done changed
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| New clothes, new car, new thangs
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| The same boys that used to be at the bottom came up
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| That’s what they say
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| Used to not be allowed in the building
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| But now we on the rooftop
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| Used to not be allowed in the building
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| But now we on the rooftop
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| Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
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| When you puttin' in work, that’s how it goes
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| Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
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| When you puttin' in work, that’s how it goes
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| Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
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| When you puttin' in work, that’s how it goes
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| Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
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| When you puttin' in work, that’s how it goes
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| And if the kids tryna be like me
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| They probably smokin' by the O
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| Oh, that ain’t my fault though |