| Yeah, gotta keep goin' |
| Ooh, yeah, gotta keep goin' |
| I don't measure up the lean 'cause I just keep pourin' |
| I don't keep score when I win, I just keep scorin' |
| (Hit-Boy) |
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| Ooh, yeah, gotta keep goin' |
| I don't measure up the lean 'cause I just keep pourin' |
| I don't keep score when I win, I just keep scorin' |
| Used to borrow my car, now I pull up with three foreigns |
| Bust down my wrist and my chain, I'ma keep glowin' |
| Still movin' bricks in the hood, it's gon' keep snowin' |
| Stand on business, you lil' niggas be tiptoein' |
| These ain't Converse All Stars, these some Rick Owens |
| Came from a shoebox, I'm fillin' up the bank account |
| When you put that work in, ain't no way that you won't make it out |
| Baggin' up gram after gram and I was spacin' out |
| Could've got a handout, but I went and took the paper route |
| Ooh, yeah, I went the money way |
| I took a lot of L's, but the cash, it took the pain away |
| Fuck a bitch, leave the bitch, hit 'em with the fadeaway |
| Rappin' in this bitch 'cause I ain't even come to play today |
| Ain't no cappin' in this bitch, I don't know how much I made today |
| Try to leave the trap, no cap, but I can't stay away |
| I'm really rich, but every day, I wake up lookin' for a play |
| Yeah, it's up, but it's on the floor today |
| I ain't trickin', I just paid a ho to go away |
| Talkin' that shit, I can go for days |
| You niggas reminiscin' 'bout the older days |
| While I'm doin' overtime, still gettin' overpaid (Yeah, yeah) |
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| Tap my son in 'fore I hit the streets |
| Give him a kiss on the head, then I grab my heat |
| I'll never let the fuck shit get to me |
| I'll let the chopper sing like a symphony |
| My money real long like a centipede (Ayy) |
| You gotta mention I'm the GOAT when you mention me (Ayy) |
| I'm the MVP, it ain't no bench to me |
| And I ain't never finna stop, I know they sick of me |
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| Twenty thousand, forty thousand, fifty thousand, run it up |
| We ain't in the same category 'cause you ain't done enough |
| You could try to rob me, I don't think you niggas dumb enough |
| Ain't nobody ever help me when I was comin' up |
| I get a hundred thousand for the show and that should sum it up |
| Hit the strip club, make it rain, baby, fuck it up |
| Married to the game, see the ring, I'm so in love with us |
| You ain't one of us if you ain't trap or sold these drugs with us |
| I'm really in the field every day, baby, I'm one of one |
| And I'm with the never lack gang, we always totin' guns |
| Every time I hit her from the back, she always tryna run |
| You can leave your nigga where he at and come and have some fun |
| Ooh, yeah, come enjoy yourself |
| You don't need no nigga, baby girl, you could spoil yourself |
| You could start a trap, make it back, and employ yourself |
| I know where I stand and who I am, better know yourself (Yeah) |
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| Tap my son in 'fore I hit the streets |
| Give him a kiss on the head, then I grab my heat |
| I'll never let the fuck shit get to me |
| I'll let the chopper sing like a symphony |
| My money real long like a centipede (Ayy) |
| You gotta mention I'm the GOAT when you mention me (Ayy) |
| I'm the MVP, it ain't no bench to me |
| And I ain't never finna stop, I know they sick of me |
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