| Still feels like my opps ain’t learning
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| Trigger on the dots too sensitive
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| Told bro, «Take your time when you’re turning» (Yeah)
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| Trap game fully on furnished
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| Twenty-four hours and they’re looking refurbished
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| Nothin' ain’t changed but your home address
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| Still make a sweet one put the wap in a Birkin (Trust)
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| Don’t care if that chick can’t dance
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| Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking (Brr)
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| See how they wanna ride this wave?
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| Didn’t see their face when I’m sofa surfing (Nope)
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| If this music ting don’t work, there’s one thing that I know for certain,
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| I’m in the trap
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| I keep on serving (Yeah)
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| Serving on serving, I served up Martin, now he’s on a flying carpet
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| Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning, moving lethargic
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| Wonder where he is right now, man, I hope that brudda didn’t OD
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| You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend
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| Went from the pit of hell, who woulda thought we’ll be doing up mosh pits?
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| (Gang)
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| My brother still lock it, stock it, buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it (Whip)
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| Bro still cook it and rock it, only a boss could cover these losses
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| 28K when I bought this Cuban, the Rollie ain’t bust down? |
| Then I don’t want it
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| (Facts)
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| It’s Dutch for the fifth but I still take trips to The Tropics
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| Got your bitch in a foreign whip, she gon' pull down the zipper,
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| tell her to slop it
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| Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, woah
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| I just made a ticket, I’m still, I’m still counting dough
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| I was on the prison phone to bro, «I don’t know when they’ll let me go» (Uh)
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| I told bro, «Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close»
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| Burnt my Giuseppe’s, I no longer wear my True Religions (No, I don’t)
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| Had to get me a safety deposit (Facts)
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| All these stacks, they won’t fit in my denims (Trust)
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| All these racks, they don’t fit in the closet (Nope)
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| Money long, I don’t think, I just cop it (Yeah)
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| And if KD with me, then he’s got it
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| Burn a spliff, hit the moon in my rocket
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| And I put like ten thousand on jeans (Ten)
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| But these stacks still don’t fit in my pocket
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| And I built me a money machine
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| My hands really hurt when I’m counting
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| And I started with pennies and dreams
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| I woke up from all of the nightmares
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| So I’m goin' all out for the team
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| I’m goin' all out for the team
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| I’m goin' all out for the team (Yeah)
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| Fell in love with the money machine (Facts)
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| Only right I run up on the plug (Trust)
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| He came up off of robbery P’s
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| Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze (Freeze)
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| I don’t wanna get blood on my jeans (Jeans)
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| Tell my mum that I love her to pieces (I love her)
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| If I die, give my dough to my nephews and nieces, it’s 'velli
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| Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, woah
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| I just made a ticket, I’m still, I’m still counting dough
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| I was on the prison phone to bro, «I don’t know when they’ll let me go» (Uh)
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| I told bro, «Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close» |