| See the cold heart on my chest be speaking
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| That money language is all I needed
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| Couple more bills and a new condo
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| Aim real high till we on the top floor
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| Ain’t no limit, imma get it fosho
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| See the cold heart on my chest be speaking
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| That money language is all I needed
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| Couple more bills and a new condo
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| Aim real high till we on the top floor
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| Ain’t no limit, imma get it fosho
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| From Monday to Sunday morning
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| 25/7 no breaks I’m on it
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| Want me to stay, but the money keep calling
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| Drugs too crazy I can’t do it too often
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| Woke up early and threw on a fit
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| Hit the clock and I’m back in the whip
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| Call the squad just to see where they is
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| I stay with the gang like a Migo
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| I see different women through the peep hole
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| All that fake love I can see through it
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| Conversations bout some jewelry
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| I can’t wait to buy a chain
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| And a big house with a big gate
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| Just to separate the lames
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| With some fast cars and alotta paper
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| Just to cover up the pain
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| See the cold heart on my chest be speaking
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| That money language is all I needed
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| Couple more bills and a new condo
|
| Aim real high till we on the top floor
|
| Ain’t no limit, imma get it fosho
|
| See the cold heart on my chest be speaking
|
| That money language is all I needed
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| Couple more bills and a new condo
|
| Aim real high till we on the top floor
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| Ain’t no limit, imma get it fosho
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| When the money call I don’t ever text, nah
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| Pick it up interception
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| Don’t you get involved
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| If you afraid of pressure, uh
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| One day you’ll learn ya lesson
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| When I fell down money soften up the fall
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| Counted up every blessing
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| Keep my soul in check
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| But I ain’t selling it at all
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| Know that the lord gone test us
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| Hunnid turned into a freak
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| Got that bitch up on a leash
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| Imma Brooklyn nigga and I’m always flee
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| So you know she let me be (facts)
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| I remember days always on a mission
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| I ain’t get no fucking sleep
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| Mike Amiri jeans
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| With the Saint Laurents
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| That was 2014
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| I look inside find a key
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| Realized that happiness free, yeah
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| I mix the shrooms
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| With the tea
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| Manifest shit when I speak, yeah
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| Everyday bon appetite, uh
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| I gotta eat with the team, yeah
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| If imma start imma finish
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| I don’t got no limit
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| Like I’m Master P, yeah uh
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| See the cold heart on my chest be speaking
|
| That money language is all I needed
|
| Couple more bills and a new condo
|
| Aim real high till we on the top floor
|
| Ain’t no limit, imma get it fosho
|
| See the cold heart on my chest be speaking
|
| That money language is all I needed
|
| Couple more bills and a new condo
|
| Aim real high till we on the top floor
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| Ain’t no limit, imma get it fosho |