| I’m with my niggas, we bout to go in
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| Look at all of these women I’m with and all of they friends
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| All of this money man, got me balling for real
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| Like I play for the Bills, like I play for the Steelers
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| I play for them millions, y’all play for fun
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| I’m with these hoes, but they not the one
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| My bae stay at home and she don’t need to come
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| Not I’m off with these hoes and all of these drugs
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| Off these pharmaceuticals and weed in my lungs
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| Texting all these bitches man, I’m hurting my thumbs
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| She don’t need to know, no, she don’t know my passcode
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| She don’t wanna know it, she ain’t like my last ho
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| So she leaves that shit alone, cause she don’t need to know
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| All these pictures bitches sending me is all in my phone
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| She don’t need to know, no, she don’t need to know
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| I’m with some nigga’s ho, and she don’t need to know
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| I just left the club, bout to put on some cologne
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| To cover up the smoke of all the weed I blow
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| She don’t need to know, no, she don’t need to know
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| I do it on the low, but she don’t need to know
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| Out here on my lonely, so she can stay at home
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| She leave that life alone, she don’t need to know
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| Now that I got this money man, my life is so different
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| These bitches keep coming, and they so co-dependent
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| All this snow and these trees, everyday feels like Christmas
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| I should copyright my swag, niggas stealing my image
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| They try to steal my bitches, but it ain’t gonna work
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| I’m not an employee, but I got that work
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| My vision is blurry, I’m beat like
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| I ain’t a judge, but I got on the jury
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| I ain’t rushing home cause I’m not in no hurry
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| My bitch back at home and she ain’t even worried
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| I’m about to do some stupid shit, I’m Chris Brown
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| Wife a bitch up and kick a bitch out
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| Deleted all her texts, she won’t even find out
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| She don’t even know, ain’t nothing to lie about
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| She don’t need to know, she just left my show
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| With some nigga ho, that she ain’t even know |