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Countin' dirty money, getting faded |
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Gold chains, gun's nickel plated |
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Whoo! Eyes dilated |
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******* around and you can die later |
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[Pre-Hook] |
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Foreign cars, getting faded |
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I spend a hundred large dealer plated |
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Went and got a woman named Haley |
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I was counting dirty money. getting faded |
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[Hook] |
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And if you're talking 'bout that money, dawg |
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Well tell my *******s they can have it all |
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Whoo! Countin' money, getting faded |
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C-c-counting money, getting faded |
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[Verse 2: Belly] |
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******* your mixtape, ******* your compilation |
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You're no longer in the conversation |
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I don't do this for the compensation |
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I don't do *******t in moderation |
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Me and god got our own relation |
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******* a session this a congregation |
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******* *******, that's consummation |
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[I swear this *******t is an abomination] |
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This energy is intoxicating |
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I get you drunk over conversation |
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Look, they stand and watch, making observations |
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I'm trying to ******* with no complications, *******! |
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I ain't one for the confrontation |
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My dawgs pull up make accommodations for you |
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Like a holiday or a long vacation for you |
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We gon' find a whole new location for you |
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[Pre- Hook] |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Belly] |
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Underground till I'm underground |
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Underdog till I'm under God |
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I can never be one of y'all |
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I don't ******* with like none of y'all |
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Hm, make another comment |
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Walk around with your under-armour like |
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I won't pull up |
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And put bullets all through your under garments |
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Damn, hot-headed but we cold-hearted |
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If you can't finish, why you gon' start it |
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Tell his mama I'm so sorry |
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I send her roses, there's bodies under my rose garden |
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That's so retarded, damn |
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I ain't one for the arguments |
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???????? |
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And she treat my ******* like a monument |
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Damn |
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Stay on the tree like an ornament |
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Wait-- I think he's onto us |
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Can we please just get on with it? |
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[Pre- Hook] |
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[Hook] |
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Countin' dirty money, getting faded |
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Gold chains, gun's nickel plated |
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Whoo! Eyes dilated |
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******* around and you can die later |
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And if you're talking 'bout that money, doll |
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Well tell my *******s they can have it all |
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Whoo! You *******s violating |
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******* around and get annihilated |