| It’s lit
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| It’s lit
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| Uh, red cup and the wood tip
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| I’m just tryna clear my mind from the bullshit
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| I got ninety-nine problems, money ain’t one
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| They be talkin' bad bitches but I date one
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| Money stackin', pistol packin', what that talk 'bout?
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| Bitch I’m gettin' forty bands on the walk out
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| Yeah I blew a little money but my bills paid
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| I woke up the next day and I’m still paid
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| I remember when I barely had a dollar on me
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| I remember ducking cops 'cause I got it on me
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| Went from plain gold chains, now I’m watered down
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| Now I drink to my success and that water brown
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| We them niggas
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| Always see me with the same set
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| We make money, we don’t make threats
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| While they pay attention we get pay checks
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| When they throwing shade we just play catch
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| Getting money with my set now
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| When I’m praying is the only time my head down
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| Popping bottles, I’m all wet now
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| Told my city I won’t let up, I won’t let down (Brooklyn)
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| Chain is ocky, wrist is rocky, what that talk 'bout?
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| I just bagged twenty bitches on the walk out
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| Honestly, knowing me, I won’t hit them up
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| And if they try to hit me up I ain’t picking up
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| Life was a living hell, now I’m living well
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| And we drink champagne like it’s ginger ale
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| And we stand on the couch while my song playin'
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| Up in VIP like we ain’t got no home training
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| We them niggas
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| Always see me with the same set
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| We make money, we don’t make threats
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| While they pay attention we get pay checks
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| When they throwing shade we just play catch
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| Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue
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| Out in Cali, getting cloudy with my hitter Blue
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| Uh, you aight ma? |
| yeah we good
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| And if I had to make a wish, I wish you niggas would
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| Put my Cartiers on for the shade throwers
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| At first they was fucking with us then they changed on us
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| And we right back popping and they back again
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| And these hoes back thotting and they back again
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| In the Yams with some jawns, on our scooter bikes
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| They was claiming that they do it but don’t do it right
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| It’s not about what you got, it’s 'bout who you are
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| 'Cause we don’t need foreign cars to get foreign broads
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| 'Cause we them niggas
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| Always see me with the same set
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| We make money, we don’t make threats
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| While they pay attention we get pay checks
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| When they throwing shade we just play catch
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| But nah for real
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| We really be in the Yams on them scooter bikes bro
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| We got the jawns on the back of them
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| And all that
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| Then we see these niggas comin' down the strip in foreign cars
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| And we be laughin' 'cause
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| When you look inside of them
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| It’s just niggas, no girls, niggas
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| Fuck outta here
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| We them niggas |