| White tee money gang
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| We staying with the fitted on
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| Pockets on rose,? |
| tryna get it on
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| Lounging, dirty Sprite, even dirtier
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| Thoughts on how to come up on a Thursday night
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| If it ain’t about bread I don’t
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| Kick no knowledge. |
| You wanna learn something?
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| Take your broke ass to college
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| I ain’t a role model, crack don’t stop
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| Money then we money grabbing back up top
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| But naw, I ain’t flashing mine, see me
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| Flash my rings, waving a hammer
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| Like a glass of wine. |
| What else?
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| It’s MOE, I told the judge I ain’t budge
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| It’s either him or me
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| One way in, one way out
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| In this hood, you gotta plan your way out
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| Streets is a maze, if you make it out
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| Just tryna get paid, it’s a
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| Muthafuckin drought. |
| It’s so easy
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| To be all about my money living
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| In these days, niggas tryna get
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| Something from me, but no.
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| I know, I know.
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| Sucka niggas is blonde bimbos
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| Edie Hathaway, I’m jumping out the window
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| Act like the beats dropping like Timbo
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| Land like we flying, crash like cymbals
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| Look here, I’m bossed up in my Outlaw
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| Outwear, telling niggas out my chair
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| Yeah, warrior shit and ain’t a foot
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| In glorious shit, getting to the money
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| Down to get more of this shit
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| Cause we hustle all day and all night
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| And we ain’t stopping til we get it right
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| C’mon! |
| Cause we hustle all day and all night
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| And we ain’t stopping til we get it right
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| Shorty, better than I could tell you
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| If you really from the hood
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| Every ghetto is familiar
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| Everybody struggling, everybody hustling
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| Tryna make ends' meet, gotta lay out 6 feet
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| On your knees, I’mma get a list
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| I ain’t trickin on these bitches
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| With a stack of my business
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| Let’s get it! |
| When you doing good
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| Everybody fucking with you
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| When that drought hit, ain’t
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| Nobody fucking with you
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| I’m just tryna paint a picture here
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| So you could see. |
| Real niggas can make it
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| It’s up to you and me
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| Tryna find thoughts, insane, no love
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| In the land of the lost
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| I’mma get mine
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| One way in, one way out
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| In this hood, you gotta plan your way out
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| Streets is a maze, if you make it out
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| Just tryna get paid, it’s a
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| Muthafuckin drought. |
| It’s so easy
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| To be all about my money living
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| In these days, niggas tryna get
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| Something from me, but no.
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| The birds fly South, but I was headed North
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| Watching while my parents dealing with divorce
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| Also was watching Diddy chilling in The Source
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| Thinking that I’m about to get it
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| Bout to kill a corpse. |
| They say the court
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| Was the better way to get abortion
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| I said of course, but everybody isn’t good at sports
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| Can’t get endorsed when you always
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| Sitting in the courts
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| And anyway, the money love me like it’s intercourse
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| So now I gotta get a voice
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| I gotta hop up out the hoopty and
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| Go get a Royce, government make you
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| Feel like you don’t get a choice, pass the torch
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| And when we coming for you? |