| Saw mama yesterday, she said you need to get some rest
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| I told her I’ll get some sleep when I’m dead
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| And I ain’t got no friends, all my friends dead
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| Big heads and they tied up with rubber bands
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| Penthouse smoking weed on the top floor like Bruh Man
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| Still putting bitches up out my spot just like Martin
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| Told my plug to double up, trying to get that new Aston Martin
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| Dropping out bails of weed in that V-coupe Charger
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| Tall ass nigga in that 911 Targa
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| Pulled up on your bitch got some head, tipped her a hundred dollars
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| Smoked a blunt with her, got money to make sure I’ma holla
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| We pouring up lean in the club, you can keep them sparklers
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| Forever chasing money nigga that’s my life
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| Forever chasing money nigga that’s my life
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| Forever chasing money nigga that’s my life
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| All my niggas hustlers and live a high life
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| Forever chasing money nigga that’s my life
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| Forever chasing money nigga that’s my life
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| Forever chasing money nigga that’s my life
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| All my niggas hustlers and live a high life
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| Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work
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| Blunt full of weed, cookie mixed with purp
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| Fuck me with he don’t like living, put him in the dirt
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| Pull up in that drop and let that choppa squirt
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| Trapping in Versace, diamonds kicking like Mr. Miyagi
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| Trap been good to a young nigga, might go get my bitch an Audi
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| She say I never pay her no attention, she always bitchin
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| She tried to pour my drink down the sink I said hold up you trippin
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| I said hold up just listen, you know that I’m addicted
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| Run with a crew of niggas just like me, out here chasing millions
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| Don’t give a fuck how we get it
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| Got all of my niggas with me
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| The best weed in the city
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| Smoke one, fuck with me |