| Go to jail BM hold me down
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| I can’t fuck wit them I know their kind
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| Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper, baby
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| No more slowly grindin' girl
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| I’ve been swingin' hard from that paper chasing
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| I’ve been sippin' lean
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| Fuckin' them baddies and I’ve been faithful, nigga
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| Every time I hit the scene
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| Gotta be clean and I gotta make a major statement
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| And then that there former against me 'cause I got weapons
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| I told her fuck me like I gotta turn myself in
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| I ate my first plate and I came back for a seconds
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| All my niggas stick together like we X-Men
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| Gun got two names, Smith-n-Wesson
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| Rappers strapped, they hit it hard
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| I’ma get the F in
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| Security ain’t pat me down
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| Homie got the TEC in
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| Fuck around and beat you down
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| Like I’m playing Tekken
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| All of these sacrifices I made were for me and you
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| I’m in love with money, so, it’s hard to be with you (be wit you)
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| I held it down, did my part but you ain’t hold your end
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| And I know that bankroll’ll get flims
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| But I won’t fold no up in
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| (Rich homie baby)
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| Staying down, ran up my (up my)
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| Gettin' money like the only child (on my momma)
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| Go to jail, BM hold me down (hold me down)
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| I can’t fuck with them, I know their kind
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| Overtime, what I’ve been puttin' in for that paper, baby
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| No more slowly grindin' it girl
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| I’ve been swingin' hard from that paper chasing
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| I’ve been sippin' lean
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| Fuckin' them baddies and I’ve been faithful, nigga
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| Every time I hit the scene
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| Gotta be clean and I gotta make a major statement
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| Remember hustlin' hard when I was small time
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| No discrepancy on money, we like all kinds
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| Suckin' dick too much fucked up your jawline
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| We gotta stay equipped for when them cars chase (cars chase)
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| Catch that boy in public, hit him broad day (broad day)
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| Trick him like them fishy boy, they all bait (all bait)
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| I can eat him plain, cooked, or sautéed (sautéed)
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| Now, we eatin' shrimp mixed with lo mein
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| They don’t even know what I’ve been through
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| Plus, I don’t talk about it
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| When we get to talkin' 'bout money
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| They wanna talk around it
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| 30 thousand to the shooter
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| Now his shirt gotta stain
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| Keeping that dirt off my name
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| I never thought I’d make it out the hood, no
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| Staying down, ran up my (up my)
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| Gettin' money like the only child (the only child)
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| Go to jail, BM hold me down (go to jail)
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| I can’t fuck with them, I know their kind
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| Overtime, what I’ve been puttin' in for that paper, baby
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| No more slowly grindin' girl
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| I’ve been swingin' hard from that paper chasing
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| I’ve been sippin' lean
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| Fuckin' them baddies and I’ve been faithful, nigga
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| Every time I hit the scene
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| Gotta be clean and I gotta make a major statement |