| I fell in love with the money, fell in love with the drugs
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| I fell in love with the drank, guess I’m stuck in the mud
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| She a freak and she know it, that bitch stuck in the club
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| If this rap don’t work, I’m running off on the plug
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| I can’t see you pussy niggas through these Cartis, ayy
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| We done brought the pistols in the party
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| We done brought the choppers like a Harley
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| I been eating steak and calamari
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| I been with these hoes in these hotels
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| Weighin' up some molly on a dope scale
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| We don’t pour no fours, we need the whole seal
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| I don’t trust these bitches 'cause they gon' tell
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| Tell my nigga Frankie bring the blues in
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| She gon' pop a thirty, bring the mood in
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| I ain’t trippin' 'bout no niggas, I be coolin'
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| Glock on my hip, leave the toughest nigga droolin'
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| I fell in love with the drugs
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| I fell in love with the plug
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| I fell in love with the mud
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| I put a bitch in some Fendi, make her beg for me
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| She ain’t got a thing except some head for me
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| I don’t fuck with other niggas 'less it’s bread for me
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| Play with us, we gon' give your ass a dead homie
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| I take her home, beat her down, make her spread for me
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| And she supposed to be your bitch, nigga
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| I don’t diss niggas, I’m a rich nigga
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| But you the type to go and cry about a bitch, nigga
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| Go ahead and touch me, that’s a bad move
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| We’ll go and shoot your partner out his tattoos
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| Spent eight bands on the 'fit like it’s regular
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| The only thing I got is money on my schedule
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| I’ma turn a broke bitch to a rich bitch
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| I’ma turn a college girl to a freak ho
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| I get money even when I’m in my sleep, nigga
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| Cross that line, I’ma shoot it like a free throw
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| I fell in love with the drugs
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| I fell in love with the plug
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| I fell in love with the mud |