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Money right, fam good Now it's time to boss it all up, yeah, that plan good Takin' losses, tryna keep my mans good Could've knocked me down, but, tall, how a nigga stood I could've just complained and been a broke nigga But I kept my head up and stayed afloat, nigga You broke, but rockin' ice? You a joke, nigga One time, I had to sell my watch and cop coke with it Shit, I can't complain All my losses really was a gain, it come with the game I just ran it up and bought a chain with the extra change Niggas blew they bag on nothin' bitches and impressed the lames (Lame-ass niggas) I stayed in my lane, found my path, stayed up out the way, told niggas, "Not today" I can't hang with you, nah, I gotta get a knot today Why the ones that done had a little got a lot to say? Yeah I'm richer than I ever been and get some shit I never had, I did some shit I never did Went in ghost mode, got recharged, now I'm goin' in Bitches had pandemic babies 'cause his bread was flowin' in Broke up with the nigga 'cause it's gone and he broke again Tell him put my music on and do his best to soak it in Lined up in valet in Bentleys, Range Rovers, Benz Carats all over him, it's hard not to notice him (Who that?) Streets got him shellshocked, be careful when approachin' him Kept it presidential since a kid, they should vote for him If he can't choose between the two, he buyin' both of 'em Times changed, he used to ride the bus, now they chauffeur him Yeah, niggas feelin' dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck) We don't run from shit, we just run it up (Run it up) Niggas feelin' dumb as fuck We don't run from shit, nigga I rather be rich and nameless than be broke and famous I just left the jeweler, upgraded from the stainless Bosses who I hang with, we be on the same shit Bein' broke ain't "Gang shit," nigga, that's some lame shit He ain't never bust down your wrist? What a shame, bitch (What?) Paid my dues to this shit and told 'em, "Keep the change, bitch" Rap was on the side, cane flips was my main dish She can see my wrist glow through her Céline shades' tint (God damn) Yeah, I'm gettin' money, what you doin', nigga? (What you doin'?) Get some money and stop fuckin' with them stupid niggas (Stupid niggas) That's how your life end up ruined, nigga Never slow down for folks, keep it movin' nigga It hurt, but it's the truth, though She said it's somethin' 'bout me, it's the coupe, ho (It's somethin' 'bout you) Yeah, it's the coupe, ho Press the button, where the roof go? (Voilà) Mama'll tell you I ain't playin' (Nah) Fuck impressin' y'all, my fam know how shit layin' (Yeah) Takin' care of grown-ass men, that shit drainin' (Fuck 'em) Especially when they ungrateful ass still complainin' I put that energy into myself Been gettin' money, now I'm focused on the wealth Go and get your boss so I can hit him up myself All the extra shit let me know you niggas ???[2:28] (Nigga)
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