| Uh, oh
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| I’m on they ass like some white on some rice
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| Everything off the dome, I don’t like what I write
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| Know these niggas all cap, they gon' type what they type
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| Oh, oh, L462, on Granny
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| Oh, okay
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| Couple dollars a day keep my pockets okay
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| From the trenches where we don’t use banks
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| We stuff bands in the safe
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| I was in mama’s uterus thinkin' 'bout cake
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| Know they research the drip, I ain’t spillin' the drank
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| Mama always told me do what I’m 'posed to
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| Blue-strip Benji’s, only thing that I’m close to
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| Bitch, I’ma do what I want to
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| Give her dick, I’ma fuck with my chains on
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| She don’t know what to do, she ain’t used to this
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| I ain’t really want none of the foolishness
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| I get money, don’t do none of that stupid shit
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| I’m a youngin' who act up, so I’m pourin' the Act' up
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| Dick in her back, fuck her back up
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| She call me daddy while I pull her tracks up
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| Ballin' on niggas, I need a new matchup
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| Oh my God, these niggas be fake, they be cappin'
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| Ballin' like AI, don’t need me no practice
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| My personal safe used to be in my mattress
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| Surprised and I know they ain’t think I would do it
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| Bro gotta eat, I’ma show 'em to do it
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| Don’t give a fuck what they think 'bout my music
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| I’m still makin' money, they hopin' I lose it
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| I’m never gon' stop 'til that Patek got boogers
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| And mama can kick up her feet in the hills
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| Rainbow the money, got twenties and fifties
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| But my favorite dollar got blue on the bill
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| I rock Armani, Givenchy, and Gucci
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| I remember them days I was steppin' in Fila
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| Said I wouldn’t be shit, so I showed my ass
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| I got doubted by every single one of my teachers
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| Couple dollars a day keep my pockets okay
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| From the trenches where we don’t use banks
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| We stuff bands in the safe
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| I was in mama’s uterus thinkin' 'bout cake
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| Know they research the drip, I ain’t spillin' the drank
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| Mama always told me do what I’m 'posed to
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| Blue-strip Benji’s, only thing that I’m close to
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| Bitch, I’ma do what I want to
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| I got sick of the bleachers, gon' ball now
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| To the top, ain’t no way I’ma fall down
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| I remember when them bitches tried to dub me
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| All them thotties wanna call now
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| I can’t ever go back to the basics
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| They took a nap and woke up when I made it
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| I mix the X and the lean to get faded
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| They wanna talk to me now that I’m famous
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| Life is a gamble, I’m shootin' my dice
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| Bitch, I’m poppin' the tag, give a fuck 'bout the price
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| Bitch, I’m postin' a pic', give a fuck 'bout a like
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| Bitch, I been on they ass like some white on some rice
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| Always go off the dome, I don’t like what I write
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| Know them niggas all cap, they gon' type what they type
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| Heard he hang with the rats, I got snakes who will strike
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| Mama, they thinkin' 'bout takin' my life
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| Ain’t that shit crazy? |
| I’m only a youngin'
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| And niggas show envy, them niggas wan' kill me
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| I got me a dime and she stay by my side
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| No, she can’t do no trick for no mofuckin' penny
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| I split it with the gang, how the fuck am I stingy?
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| Got shooters on go, man, that shit can get busy
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| And my diamonds ain’t SI, I rock VVS
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| Chandelier, when I walk you can see me
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| I remember they wouldn’t buy my CD
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| Now they wan' see me 'cause I’m goin' RiRi
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| I made the drip, all these niggas wan' be me
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| Stack up that bread for them people who need me
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| Split that shit up with the gang, ain’t no way that I’m greedy
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| It ain’t this easy, I make it look easy
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| This off the dome, you ain’t gotta believe me
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| I’m goin' so hard, wanna star on that TV
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| Couple dollars a day keep my pockets okay
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| From the trenches where we don’t use banks
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| We stuff bands in the safe
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| I was in mama’s uterus thinkin' 'bout cake
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| Know they research the drip, I ain’t spillin' the drank
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| Mama always told me do what I’m 'posed to
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| Blue-strip Benji’s, only thing that I’m close to
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| Bitch, I’ma do what I want to |