| Yeah
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| Ladies and gentlemen, this is it
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| This is how we closin' things out (Listen up)
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| Check, check
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| Half these rappers, they know they never gon' get this bag
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| It’s why I’m always gettin' twisted on their Insta tags
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| Window shoppin' like a pimp, I’m on my 50 bag
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| Rollin' through my city with a limp, I swear that 50's back
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| Told her, say it like she’s battlin' with Tory
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| Switchin' lanes, get a pack and try to stash it for the morning, uh
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| All these rappers doin' statuses and stories
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| 'Cause they’re jealous that they’ll never
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| Get the status or the glory, word
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| I said, «It's clear what you’ve done»
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| Nobody live in fear but I be fearful of love
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| Disappeared and came back once the winter was done
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| Fuck trust, earn it back, girl, it’s clear that you must, I said
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| «Fuck, this kinda took me back»
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| I’ve always been the one for stressin' when I looked at that
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| I could throw away your love, try to hook it back
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| Now we got the cooker with the drugs, try and cook it back
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| Shit, I was lost in my ways
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| Overseas with cocaine, gettin' locked in a safe
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| Three women in my room, got a lot they could say
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| C’mon, girl, put your wallet away, bring the drums back
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| I used to say money didn’t matter
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| Then I got it, then I realised it’s 'cause I never had it
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| I ain’t sayin' that this motherfuckin' money make you happy
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| But it’s better bein' sad and coppin' yourself a bag, argh
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| Life’s shit whether you rich or you’re poor
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| So I’d rather put my missus in that Christian Dior
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| And put my kiddies through a school that pay a little bit more
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| 'Cause my family is life and everything has a price
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| What you pay, son, how it feel?
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| Doublin' the money of people that signed a deal
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| They say that I’m the key, funny I got a pill
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| Stand up, stand up (Ha, they probably don’t even catch that)
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| Wait, fuck it, I said, «I'll move it along»
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| I just gave my brother a stack and said, «Pursue what you want»
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| I just copped my mum and dad the newest Louis Vuitton
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| Don’t assume, ma’fucker, please assume that you’re wrong
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| What you know about travellin' Europe until the summer’s done
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| And comin' back to money residual that we doubled up?
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| Thinkin' back before I even made a stack
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| And now I got the golden plaque, day rollie, I made it one-on-one
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| Nowadays, women, they want the one-on-one
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| Money over everything, it’s none of none
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| Nowadays, women, they want the one-on-one
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| But it’s money over everything, fuck it up
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| You’re tuned into The Octagon (Haha)
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| I’ll be back
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| Done |