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[Chorus] |
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Oh, hope that money don't change you |
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Oh-oh-oh, hope that money don't change you |
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All that pain, we remain cool |
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It's a shame what that fame do |
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Feed your fam and just stay humble, mmh |
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[Verse 1] |
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Got a check, got me flossing on my worst day |
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Got some diamonds, water water if you thirsty |
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Got a pint, quarter pound, this a presy |
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Young Gunna Gunna drippin' feng shui |
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Gave your bitch a hundred, didn't have no change |
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Dolce and Gabanna with some clear frames |
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Bitches wanna **** me 'cause my wrist blang |
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AP wrist game, whippin' big things |
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When I'm in UK I **** real tings |
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They hate to see you smile when your grill bling |
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I'm ballin', I have fun like the little league |
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You niggas gangrene, them racks can't change me |
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[Chorus] |
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Oh, hope that money don't change you |
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Oh-oh-oh, hope that money don't change you |
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All that pain, we remain cool |
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It's a shame what that fame do |
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Feed your fam and just stay humble, mmh |
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[Verse 2] |
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Talking to my cousin through the wall |
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Know they're waiting on my downfall |
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They keep calling, getting the dialtone |
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I don't want to talk at all |
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You was hating 'fore I made it |
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You don't want me to see greatness |
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I don't want to share relations, nah |
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I don't want to shake your hand at all |
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We all the same, my niggas plan to ball |
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It's forever **** the law, I forever rock G-Raw |
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Today you ran into a star, yeah |
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I might say drip in ever bar, yeah |
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I won't trade this shit at all |
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[Chorus] |
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Oh, hope that money don't change you |
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Oh-oh-oh, hope that money don't change you |
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All that pain, we remain cool |
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It's a shame what that fame do |
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Feed your fam and just stay humble, mmh |
