| Yeah
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| Wassup, wassup
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| Count money, get money, count money
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| Wassup
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| Get money, count money, get money, count money
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| Wassup
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| Get money, count money
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| I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| And I come through stuntin'
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| And now the whole world gon' know my name
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| And I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| That’s why I come through stuntin'
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| When I’m gone the whole world gon' know my name
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| 12 years old, caught up in that street life
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| I was tryna shine harder than the street lights
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| Ran the streets tongue-tied, couldn’t sleep nights
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| Cause when you’re living wrong, it’s hard to sleep right
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| But it is what it is, gotta eat, right?
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| Cop them things they be whiter than your teeth, right?
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| Dreamed some big things on my grandmama couch
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| Hid some big things at my grandmama house
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| Cause when you play the game every strike counts
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| And why they call them 8 balls if they don’t bounce?
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| Bag full of breakdowns in the back yard
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| But you can’t get 'em out 'til it’s backed off
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| I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| And I come through stuntin'
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| And now the whole world gon' know my name
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| And I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| That’s why I come through stuntin'
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| When I’m gone the whole world gon' know my name
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| What it do nigga? |
| 1 triple zero
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| Who you be nigga? |
| The neighborhood hero
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| Dope game, no shame, nigga more pain
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| Seen enough to drive a young nigga insane
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| From the windows of the trap, see the prison bars
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| Flashing lights on top, we call them prison cars
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| This for my niggas make a livin' on they mobile phone
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| Grind hard 'til your earrings cost a mobile home
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| Ain’t nothin' wrong with that, get your mobile on
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| Get the bricks butt naked, get your Stroker’s on
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| All the other bullshit I could have focused on
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| Said fuck that shit and kept my focus on
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| I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| And I come through stuntin'
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| And now the whole world gon' know my name
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| And I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| That’s why I come through stuntin'
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| When I’m gone the whole world gon' know my name
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| Yeah they try to stop a nigga but I won’t let 'em
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| See the wheels? |
| How the fuck you ain’t gon' sweat 'em
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| Bet you one thing, bet you niggas won’t bet 'em
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| G5 take off, you know I’m gon' jet 'em
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| Road trips ain’t shit, you know I go get 'em
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| Plus my man send his check, you know we gon' split 'em
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| Now it’s so many shoes that I can’t wear
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| From that real nigga cloth, that’s why you can’t tell
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| Always knew that I’d make it out someday
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| Traffic jam, I was going down the one-way
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| Twelve used to hit the block, I had to run away
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| Now this nigga be flyer than the runway
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| I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| And I come through stuntin'
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| And now the whole world gon' know my name
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| And I used to have nothing
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| But now I got a whole lot of everythang
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| That’s why I come through stuntin'
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| When I’m gone the whole world gon' know my name |