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187 Love (hate) Niggas (hate) Bitches (hate) Me (I can't) Faded, I might (faint) Faded, I might (faint) My mind went (blank) Mind went (blank) Now, I done grew around some niggas that caused me some drama Swear when you make it, niggas say you owe them Swear they think they your momma Everybody with their hands out, they always ask me, they know that I got it My biggest fear is going broke Can't say no, that's my problem I wanted that Rolls-Royce Young boy, looking to make a bad choice Then it got fucked up when mom went to jail, I heard a little voice Back of my head, back of my mind Dropped out of school but a nigga did fine I ain't telling you to drop out, but if you do, make use of your time I said, why they hating on me? I'm just trying to get my guap I'm just trying to set my family up First, believe in one God, then stack your paper higher, bitch Get your money, stack your paper higher, bitch We ain't ever fuck with cops, and that's never gon' stop And I'm posted at the tippy-top So get your money fast, then stack your paper higher, bitch Get your money, stack your paper higher, bitch Love (hate) Niggas (hate) Bitches (hate) Me (I can't) Faded, I might (faint) Faded, I might (faint) My mind went (blank) Mind went (blank) Okay I'm taking my time, and taking your dinner These bitches, these bitches cold-blooded like winter I'm looking at fixtures that I don't remember I'm all in my zone, Carl Malone Taking these shot's, abusing my liver It's mine, I spend it It's mine, I'm gon' spend it (ah!) Doomsday, doom's date These niggas weak like it's a Tuesday Niggas get loony like a toon stay Everything well done, like two steaks Who they? Ain't from L.A They fall off like November days They worry 'bout your sales But, at the end the day, who getting paid? I said, why they hating on me? I'm just trying to get my guap I'm just trying to set my family up First, believe in one God, then stack your paper higher, bitch Get your money, stack your paper higher, bitch We ain't ever fuck with cops, and that's never gonna stop And I'm posted at the tippy-top So get your money fast, then stack your paper higher, bitch Get your money, stack your paper higher, bitch Love (hate) Niggas (hate) Bitches (hate) Me (I can't) Faded, I might (faint) Faded, I might (faint) My mind went (blank) Mind went (blank) I said, why they hating on me? I'm just trying to get my guap I'm just trying to set my family up First, believe in one God, then stack your paper higher, bitch Get your money, stack your paper higher, bitch We ain't ever fuck with cops, and that's never gon' stop And I'm posted at the tippy-top So get your money fast, then stack your paper higher, bitch Get your money, stack your paper higher, bitch (187)
Writer(s): Tyler Williams, Nikhil Seetharam, Kendrick Lamar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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