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I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash I was good at math, but I never went to class First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag Niggas they mad, they going out sad Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag Fell in love with this shorty from the west end We was close, real close like best friends I gave her everything, nothing less than Cupid had a nigga in a head spin One day, I pulled up to the front door Outside was a Benz I don't know So I hit her on the phonе, ring, ring, ring "Hey, baby, right now I'm not home" Okay, well, I walk around thе driveway Then I look through the window by the side gate And what I seen made my heart break five ways Another nigga fuckin' my bitch But I bossed up and I left it in the past tense Now it's European whips when I back in Getting money in Dubai where the sand is This is just a story 'bout a nigga way back when I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash I was good at math, but I never went to class First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag Niggas they mad, they going out sad Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag I ain't have no bread, nigga, I was in a jam Thought I was toast, I was eatin' out the can Sittin' in the cold, tryna hit another scam Then my nigga called and he hit me with the plan "Ayy, my nigga, save five bands I'ma save five too and take it straight to my mans We gone cop two P's, sell it bag by bag" "That's more cheese than a nigga ever had" We pull up to the spot, knock, knock, knock He opened up the door with a gen five Glock Put it straight to my head and took everything I got Damn, that betrayal hurt a lot But I bossed up and I left it in the past tense Now it's European whips when I back in Getting money in Dubai where the sand is This is just a story 'bout a nigga way back when I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash I was good at math, but I never went to class First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag Niggas they mad, they going out sad Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash I was good at math, but I never went to class First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag Niggas they mad, they going out sad Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed First, I was broke, but it didn't last Got in my bag, then I got me a bag