| We on with the roof fame
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| Big money on the wrist game
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| Little nigga with a big dream
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| I remember them days in the hoop day
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| I’m in that new thang with a few chains
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| 'nd I swish champagne for duke’s sake
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| 4, 5 later kickin like lukain
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| Small city young nigga tryin to maintain
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| And I had no pot to piss in
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| My daddy missin
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| Guess god was listenin
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| I remember them days of wishin
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| Nobody listen
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| Had to show 'em once again
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| How I get my checks with two commas
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| Did everythang that I promised
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| Want better health for my momma
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| And lean yo tea from you hina
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| And that’s my motha fuckin goal
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| Tellem free my motha fuckin woes
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| Every king need a queen to touch his soul
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| Baby keep on ballin' on them hoes
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| And I still got so far to go
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| And I still got so much to do
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| One thing I won’t do is lose
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| I know
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| They know
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| We know
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| If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord
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| knows lord knows)
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| That’s my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
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| That’s my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
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| All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
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| (my people my folks)
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| And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
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| That’s my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
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| I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get
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| home (hell yeah)
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| No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
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| That’s my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
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| And I’d rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never
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| that)
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| And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
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| And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
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| And I want that mansion in the hills
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| Big faces on the bills
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| I touch the money, I seen a million, I can tell you how it feel
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| Put both my children on the will
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| I’ll never be nothin less I’m trill
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| Lord knows it’s complicated, got confrontation, with the baby momma still
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| But I got that love for you baby
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| All them times you tried to play me
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| Perfect time, mindin my mind, ridden and I found a better lady
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| I’m so blessed I need a halo
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| Fuck you if you hatin on me
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| I just want to put all my niggas in the position for the baaank roll
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| On my list of many goals
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| I’m so gifted with the flow
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| Drink champagne out the bottle
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| That’s my one and only motto
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| No I grind, 'nd I pray
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| Do it all again tomorrow
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| For my son and my little daughter and my momma heavenly father
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| If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord
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| knows lord knows)
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| That’s my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
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| That’s my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
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| All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
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| (my people my folks)
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| And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
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| That’s my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
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| I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get
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| home (hell yeah)
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| No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
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| That’s my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
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| And I’d rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never
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| that)
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| And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
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| And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
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| I’m all on Instagram flexin
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| Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
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| I got habits of countin' blessings
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| I’m a student to every lesson
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| Only others the way to go
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| Never talk to much on them phones
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| Never forget bout where you come from
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| Broward County you been puttin on
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| That’s been my motha fuckin' goal
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| Now a young nigga puttin on
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| And this my motha fuckin song
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| And this my motha fucking song
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| I’m all on Instagram flexin
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| Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
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| I got habits of countin' blessings
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| I’m a student to every lesson
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| Only others the way to go
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| Never talk to much on them phones
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| Never forget bout where you come from
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| Broward County you been puttin on
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| I’m all on Instagram flexin |