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First time I seen 100 racks was in my own bank account You alive and trying get rich get up today and make it count They was laughing living flashy fucked it up ain't think to count She sayin she not a whore but everybody bombed I think it count If the water good I swim again her friends like you wit him again I'm balling in the gym again told God I wouldn't sin again Told Meech and Quis its on if that one van come round and spin again Don't know if I got opps but losers hating they can't win again We only copping 60s if its gas I'll cop the 50 Grab a section have it jumping couple shots until it hit me She was smoking on the hookah hit the za her eyes on Whitney All these Ls look like a face try pass again and she said skip me We still balling almost time Take my time but never waste it Every drop gone be a bomb Me and music locked like laces If I lose it I replace it niggas choosing to go fake it Popped her shit like she was grown and now she losing found her maker It get spent we do the running man we scoring ain't no fumbling He trying show off for bitches shit is tragic, guess he funny then I knew niggas was hating dapped me up calling me money man I just told bro the secret you ain't got it go get money then Don't do no half stepping just lock-in brodie Never get content when you uncomfortable you win brodie Focus on ya shit and what you got stop watchin him brodie I got it fucked it up and did the same shit again brodie Laughing but I'm passing class the highest A I had was math Chilled and stayed the course knew shit would change but I just had to pass Hit her off Cîroc and dodged a bullet cuz I had the cash Was snapping wasn't thinking then got humbled shit I had to crash
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