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FaNaTiX Trust I was on the wing like Nero Now I'm gettin' money like Robert De Niro Pounds, dollars, euros Respect this ting like a pharaoh Need a one comma zero Zero, zero, wait Zero, zero, no Zero, zero, zero I was on the wing like Nero Now I'm gettin' money like Robert De Niro Pounds, dollars, euros Respect this ting like a pharaoh Need a one comma zero Zero, zero, wait Zero, zero, no Zero, zero, zero I sold white 'cause I never had options, just profit, no losses Why would I sign for less than a mill'? I hit the trap and break down these boxes Count up the P's in 20-bag parcels That's five of them sent out Oxford I don't speak with nothin' but hustlers And don't meet with nothin' but bosses Bro's kway far away in the trap with a two-tone fade, just busted How many time did I take that risk? Last time I went to jail, I coulda lost it Cover your nose while I pattern this bujj Cah the fumes of the blender too toxic Gotta do the wrong thing just to get right Put a brick in the presser and lock it I was on the wing like Nero Now I'm gettin' money like Robert De Niro Pounds, dollars, euros Respect this ting like a pharaoh Need a one comma zero Zero, zero, wait Zero, zero, no Zero, zero, zero I was on the wing like Nero Now I'm gettin' money like Robert De Niro Pounds, dollars, euros Respect this ting like a pharaoh Need a one comma zero Zero, zero, wait, ayy Zero, zero, no, ayy Zero, zero, zero Look, price goin' up in London So I'm in 'Dam tryna get it through customs Feel like Hova with all these problems Know they want me on the wing like Bronson Load up this gun from Russia And roll up that weed that came from Compton Told my ex "Delete my number Cah we ain't got nothin' in common" Bro's kway kway far away in the trap With a fresh batch, doin' up numbers How much times did I send it up North? By now, you don't need no compass Who's got the keys? Ask Khaled Dutch, I don't need no locksmith Gotta do the wrong thing just to get right Put the brick in the presser and lock it I was on the wing like Nero Now I'm gettin' money like Robert De Niro Pounds, dollars, euros Respect this ting like a pharaoh Need a one comma zero Zero, zero, wait Zero, zero, no Zero, zero, zero I was on the wing like Nero Now I'm gettin' money like Robert De Niro Pounds, dollars, euros Respect this ting like a pharaoh Need a one comma zero Zero, zero, wait Zero, zero, no Zero, zero, zero And brudda, my brudda, it's all so surreal, you know? That all of us made it out for Christmas, my brudda, it's mad Think about it, bro We're all out for Christmas, you know? You're with your family You understand? How many times have you watched them on Snap? Or on whatever, you understand? Wishin' that you was here, bro And now you're there, bro, think about it It's mad
Writer(s): Adrian Francis, Curtis James, Stephan Fabulous Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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