| Water on my neck, yeah, two chains
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| And I keep fifty on me like loose change
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| All my niggas into robbin', Bruce Wayne
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| Won’t never catch me actin'
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| In the hood, I’m too active
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| Won’t never catch me actin', ayy
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| I’m spendin', should be stackin'
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| None of my cars tinted, get at me
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| My bitches be spoiled, you ain’t makin' noise
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| The 'Cat or a 'Hawk, yeah, I keep me a toy
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| My niggas be Neuer, don’t speak out or loiter
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| You can’t come between us, my niggas too loyal
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| She love me to death, still I treat her like shit
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| I’m fuckin' her best friend, I’m fuckin' her sis
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| My nigga gettin' head, I told him to switch
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| I’m gettin' this money, I’m gettin' this bag
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| My nigga ever need me, I’ll give him my last
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| I did it myself, yeah, all by my own
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| Too many around to be feelin' alone
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| Ayy, I’m fuckin' her good
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| Ayy, I’m fuckin' her good, I’m fuckin' her good
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| My house in the 'burbs, still I come from the hood
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| I wish a nigga would play with me
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| I still got the pints and got the weed
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| Water on my neck, yeah, two chains
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| And I keep fifty on me like loose change
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| All my niggas into robbin', Bruce Wayne
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| Won’t never catch me actin'
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| In the hood, I’m too active
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| Won’t never catch me actin', ayy
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| I’m spendin', should be stackin'
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| None of my cars tinted, get at me
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| She told me she love me, I told her I hate her
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| I told her I love her, she told me she hate me
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| Her ex-nigga broke and that nigga a hater
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| He flex on the 'Gram, but that nigga a faker
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| I get my dick sucked while I’m countin' this paper
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| That nigga went broke and he fucked up his paper
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| I fuck on her now and you fuck on her later
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| She call me back over to fuck on me later
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| I sit on the field while I’m watchin' the Raiders
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| An East Oakland nigga, but moved to Las Vegas
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| He used to be solid, but turned to a traitor
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| The only black nigga on my block, ain’t no neighbors
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| An eighty-five inch, but you don’t see no cables
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| I come from the hood where we used to steal cable
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| Designer my jeans, but you don’t see no label
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| I’m still in the streets, I ain’t signed to no label
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| Water on my neck, yeah, two chains
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| And I keep fifty on me like loose change
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| All my niggas into robbin', Bruce Wayne
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| Won’t never catch me actin'
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| In the hood, I’m too active
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| Won’t never catch me actin', ayy
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| I’m spendin', should be stackin'
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| None of my cars tinted, get at me
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| (Run that money counter, baby)
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| (Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy) |